Birthing

Speaking of being a ’stay at home’ mom…My sister just had a baby. The last couple of weeks of her pregnancy she was put in the hospital because of some complications. I had the opportunity to sit with her many of those days when she was alone. She was always complaining about the technology around her. The monitor checking the baby’s stats had it’s sound, the blood pressure cuff would take her blood pressure every hour—and even though it was silent, you always knew when it was start because she would screw her face up in the funniest fashion…she hated it! They also had a finger pulse oximeter on her and her poor little finger would sweat so badly underneath it that she couldn’t take it anymore and she would slip it off for a few moments respite before the nurse would come busting in and re-affix it to her finger.

Child birth is misery…really—there is nothing fun about it—well….until they pull that miraculous slimy creature out and hand them to you….then all is forgotten–and life is good!