Wednesday brings - 1. . 2. . . 3. . . .
one frantic pre-clinic grocery shop of apricot granola bars and a giant bag of apples on an oddly premonitic whim
one phone message from delivery suite waiting when I arrived 2 minutes late
and then -
two women with two classic (different) presentations of a gestational condition
two obgyn consults
two inductions of labour
two dire predictions of instrumental/surgical births (um, the obgyn obviously)
and 18 long midwifery hours later -
two perfect, pink girls mewing contendly past their mama's intact, self-stretched perineums.
welcome back to midwifery said the world.
and I said -
many, many, many thanks.
perfection, by the way, is the face - eyes tightly pressed closed - of the slightly-born. . . still lingering for a moment in some other place before sliding completely into the world.
* say with an asian accent