We’ve been at this for eighteen hours now. She’s finally pushing; she’s covered in sweat; she’s been vomiting; she’s completely exhausted; and she’s looking to me during each contraction. And I’m right there with her. I’m looking her in the eyes. I’m talking to her about her breath. I’m working with her through every push. I’m helping to support the weight of her tired body. I’m staying positive and encouraging her. I’m suggesting position changes that might be more comfortable if the one she’s in isn’t working for her. I’m reminding her of how strong she is, how close she is, and that the baby is almost here.