I was at my partners head end the whole time keeping eye contact with her, breathing and pushing with her, letting her grab my arm and hang on, whatever she needed to do, she was in such pain, and so I saw very little
of what was happening between my partner «s thighs.I experienced a feeling
of profound
relief like I have never done before when our son was finally passed, albeit for a very brief
few minutes, to my partner «s arms, before she was taken away from us so that her
tearing could be stitched.Our son often sleeps on his side, with his neck noticeably bent back, his chin jutting up as if he was star gazing.