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My first, a son, was a natural birth. The pain was a shock. I couldnβt understand how I could be in that much pain but still be alive. I screamed at the midwife, Cynthia, βGET ME AN EPIDURAL OR A GUN.β Happily, they were out of guns and Ahmed, a good-humoured anaesthetist, arrived, injected some manners into me and I apologised to Cynthia.
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