A year ago, I remembered I was pacing along the corridor of the labour ward, waiting for a colleague to come after rounds to help scan me. I was 38weeks pregnant at that time. I was embracing myself to being induced that day. Minus the excruciating details of my abit- staged screams *ahem*, a final whimper followed by a relieving push, before I heard him. His first cry... There he was, my Adam. My loud-and- strong Adam, screamed of what-the-hell-took-you-so-long, filled the labour ward and thus signalling the start of me being a mother of two *sniffles*.