I caught my first kid today..... she was slip sliding right out of her 21 year old mom. It was stressful - I did not cry, but instead sweat up the inside of my gown and fogged up my shield mask so I could barely see. It's the little things.
She came in at 7am for an induction (induction: beginning labor with medication, not time...). The bag of pitocin was hung at 8am. By 10:58 she had a broken bag of water, and by 11:19am a screaming baby and a sweating nurse midwifery student staring at her perineum with wide eyes.
We sewed her back up a bit, the other student did breastfeeding counseling while I filled out paper after paper after paper. It was a great event. At 5pm the midwife and I went upstairs to visit her. She was sitting in bed, surrounded by family and friends, breastfeeding like a champ.
It warms a fledgling midwife's heart. I feel inducted into this tribe. I have caught my first baby. It was not magical, but very very real. Very stretchy. Very stressful. Very wet and messy and beautiful.
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Rosha, this is so beautiful. Looking forward to reading more. What a gorgeous life you've chosen.
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