Perhaps I had a little too much gas and air when I gave birth to my gorgeous little boy (baby #2) this Tuesday, but..... I swear the midwife recited the cheeky words from a song/poem to stop me tearing during last stage of delivery . Something along lines of 'breathe out to the last, and don't forget the arse'. I'm sure I had heard it before through a yoga class or some pelvic floor lessons etc. Anyhow, it made me laugh (as much as you can with gas and air in your mouth), and I certainly did breathe. Pleased to say arse intact, so it worked! Anyone else had this recited to them?? Trying to track it down.