The most amazing part of my last birth was the realization that I did it, all on my own, that nobody had to tell me to push, that I never knew how dilated I was, and finding that my body WORKS, after two prior births had me doubting my ability to give birth naturally.
Discovering that we had a daughter when I moved the cord away was pretty stinkin' awesome, too.
I'll never forget the look on my husband's face when I crouched down in the entryway and said, "We're not going to make it. I'm pushing. My body is pushing. I feel the head." A flicker or utter panic washed over with instant resolve, concern and determination. I remember wanting to tell him it was ok, and then he said it to me.