The hospital computer records use the most abhorent language - please know that I would never claim to have conducted a delivery .
Nevertheless, there it is officially - not one, but two slippery, squashed, exquisitely upturned faces (both mamas on hands-and-knees) in the space of one long Sunday night. Awe-struckly passed under to their families by my proud and exhilarated hands that stayed where they were to gently receive their placental homes as well.
Hands hot and wet with blood and vernix. Annointed hands. Midwife's hands.
I went to class and cried quietly with totally overwhelming joy.
Life into my hands. What could be greater?
[I also really like that there's a space underneath for Assisting Doctor, and that this space is blank!]