Last week I had the privilege of seeing my sister give birth to her beautiful baby son. Apart from my own sons being born this was one the most amazing things I have experienced. It was strange being on the other side - not knowing what to say, whether to hold her hand, cuddle her, and generally feeling helpless. So I just went with it, remaining calm until the end by which time I resembled a screaming football fan barracking for their team as they cross the line to score a try. However, the result was one eight pound beautiful baby boy, two very happy parents and one blubbering mess of an auntie.