I got to actually catch a baby today! Beautiful little MZ. It has surprised me how slowly they emerge, even when the head is already halfway out. Though people talk about them shooting out sometimes, so I guess I can't base everything on the whopping two vaginal deliveries I've seen. I felt sad about how long she was taken away from her parents to be weighed and footprinted and banded. Can't that stuff wait? Her first half hour in the world, and she's lying by herself. I wanted to zerbert her, but I don't think people would be cool with that.
The little C-sectioned munchkin born yesterday now has a name, and she's going to be my pediatric patient with Dr. Miller. I met her big brother today, too, just one year old. He's not so sure about her yet. They are a great family, very happy and open. I feel honored that I saw her enter this life and that I'll get to follow along her path this year.
I've changed my daily questions, by the way. People agree with me that "moved" and "inspired" are too similar, so I'm combining them and adding "gratitude." I feel grateful for a lot today, especially to Judith the midwife for involving me in the labor and allowing me to do things. Of course, it was the laboring woman who really allowed me, so deep thanks to her too. I'm also grateful for Anna in PISCES with me for support and understanding.
Amid the general inspiration of birth, a small detail from today sticks out. MZ's mini pinky finger is crooked in the same way as her dad's. His has been that way since birth. The moment he noticed it, he realized she really came from him, too. The dads get so marginalized during labor, important accessories but accessories. Their shared "flaw," against her perfect perfection -- it got him. (And me.)
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