I just remembered the dream I had last night. I was in the hospital with a friend who was in labor and about to deliver her baby. I have no idea who it was. She was pushing, and all of a sudden the doctor said that, if the baby didn't come out soon, he'd have to perform an emergency c-section. There was no emergency, and I have no idea how long she had been pushing. The doctor was standing by her head, trying to tell her she needed the c-section, so I moved around to her feet, keeping my hands on her belly. All of a sudden, I felt the baby move down the birth canal, and I caught him as she delivered. I stared at him for a minute, incredulous of what had just happened, before finally placing her baby on her chest. The doctor seemed sort of nonplussed, like he couldn't have cared less that my friend just delivered her baby, basically unassisted, and I caught him. I kept telling her over and over how proud I was of her for delivering him the way she wanted and not letting the doctor force her to have a c-section. I remember being really joyful at what has just happened. Finally, the doctor helped me cut the umbilical cord and helped her deliver the placenta. That's all I remember.
Weird, huh?
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Maybe you can find an outlet for this passion in your new TK column? Hmm, I don't know, do you know anyone that is pregnant that might need some support?
I think it's a sign. Nursing school.
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