Quincy’s birth was hard and fast. I had planned a second waterbirth but there wasn’t time to fill the pool. His birth was soooo much more intense than my first labour with this big sister Dusty, which had gradually built throughout the night and day, culminating in her arrival in the bathtub of our Melbourne share house. I thought I’d never see these photos again. Photos from my second-born Quincy’s birth, lost to an old computer that doesn’t turn on anymore. But one of my am