When the owl had come that morning she'd more than half expected it to say that Lily was in labor. She'd already packed a small bag, in case the labor went long, and kissed James goodbye, promising to owl him with updates. Then she Apparated to St. Mungo's, underwent the necessary security precautions, and was let into Lily's room.
She murmured reassurances to Lily, making sure she kept her focus on the baby and not the pain. She remembered that from her own labor, how it had been Harry who'd kept her going, pushing through the pain. "You're doing so good," she said, brushing Lily's hair back from her face, wiping away the tears.
As the little cry rang through the room, she couldn't help but feel relieved, and proud, even though she'd had nothing to do with this. "Hear that? That's your baby, Mummy."