"How are sweats any better?" Remus asked. "And just because it took your mother a long time doesn't necessarily mean. . . I mean it could be a lot quicker for you!" He HAD read a few books. And birth times seemed very variable. He vaguely remembered his mother saying that his own had been surprisingly quick.
Remus paled another notch. "Tonks. . . it might NOT be days. You should have a Healer here. Change, and then get into bed, and I'll send for Hestia and your mum, and then I'll. . . work on the crib. If that's what you want me to do. But you should be looked after by someone who knows what they're doing." And someone who would have more luck bossing her into bed where Remus was fairly sure someone in labor SHOULD BE.