I was born in the 1950s - my Dad went out to get the midwife, on foot who was saying goodnight to her boyfriend - her transport was a bicycle. My Dad asked her to come quick to the house and by the time she got there I was just born. I was the third child with two other children upstairs asleep throughout.
Both of my boys were born in local hospitals with Dad present, I insisted he be there - if I was going to suffer - he was going to see it ! Normal deliveries for both children - Dad spent a lot of the early hours drinking tea, eating chocolate and reading the papers. Towards the end he was telling me to pant, pant pant !! I think I swore at him..................No! I know I did.