Shiri, then Frigga
Shiri was quick to release her hold of her sister and take into her arms her nephew. "Shhh, shhh, Your mother is fine," she whispered to the child at his whimpering. Even though she knew babies just whimpered sometimes, it felt better to put some kind of reason to it.
It wasn't as complicated and dangerous when one had a trained and divinely magically midwife to help one along. Frigga put her hand flat along Erato's pelvis, letting her power soak into her to coax the muse's body to cooperate with her. After some long moments, Frigga folded up the towel carefully and removed her hand. The messy afterbirth business was done. She then looked over at the alarm clock near the bed, "That didn't take long at all."