The midwife gave the two of them a few moments, then approached Gobo and gently touched him on the shoulder. "I've got to check her and the baby over, if you want to go clean up. Shouldn't take more than a minute or two."

"Clean up?" Gobo glanced up, then stepped back a bit and looked at himself. Though he wasn't horrible, there was still mess dotted on his hands and especially across the front of his shirt. Then it hit him all at once: The labor, the birth, the birth that HE HAD DELIVERED, the reality of the baby being HERE, all of it. His body jolted when his knees gave under him, and he wobbled backwards with a woozy little "Right, I'll... be right back..." and then he collapsed onto his back, out like a light.