I think it's important for at least one of the parents to be present at the birth.
DT_Xtremez_42:
Very true.
They didn't encourage fathers to be present in 1971.
When my son was being hatched, she'd been in labour for 38 hours and was knackered. I got sent home with the homily "nothing's going to happen tonite". Hah!
So down to the Hobb Inn and a few beers slid down very well. My mate jerry & I then went back to his place and he cooked up a couple of boiled eggs at about half two. His missus came down and gave us a bit of GBH of the ear mostly on account of egg yolk all over her clean floor.
The following morning, I woke, surprisingly clear-headed and raced to the phone box (we didn't have house phones at Quarters in those far-off days) and rang the Hospital. It was 6am and the nurse said that both were doing well, if exhausted. "Can I come down now?"
"Well, she's not been cleaned up yet"
"I'm on my way"
The hill from the Hobbins to Bridgenorth hospital is quite steep but I made the trip in record time and there he was. The nurse said "you're obviously the Father" and passed my first-born son to me; unbathed covered in drying bloody goo, with a bulllet head like a Norman helmet.
It was magic. To this day, I don't know if I'd have liked to be there, but I'd probably have sat at the head end and bathed the fevered brow.
:S