I honestly feel as though this is the only topic I can write about.
Today is Tuesday. And I am back at the birth center. A lovely baby girl was born four hours ago to some first-time parents.
Last Wednesday, a baby girl was born to a second time mother.
On Thursday, three baby boys were born to three first-time mothers.
On Saturday, a first-time mother tried for a very long time to have her baby here but was brought to the hospital for a bit of medication (I missed that one - Saturday is my official "day off").
On Sunday, a baby boy was born to another first-time mother.
If you are counting, that is 6 babies and 1 long labor in 7 days. I "managed" 5 of them, and assisted for the 6th (the third baby born on Thursday).
So we have been BUSY!
The young mom that is here now had her baby just four hours ago - has already showered, eaten, and is being discharged by the birth assistant as we speak. I'm okay with that, since I have been here since 4:45a.m.
I'm exhausted...but thankful for a bunch of healthy moms and healthy babies...and being that much closer to being done with school!
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
Oh Canada
The True North Strong and Free has done it again!
The GOLD MEDAL for Hockey is OURS! Hip Hip Hooray! Way to go, men!
I had a hockey party planned for today. I invited a whole bunch of American friends (I have no Canadian friends here). They didn't know it, but they were going to be eating cake decorated like a Canadian flag, listening only to Canadian artists, and forced to sing (or listen to) the Canadian National Anthem before the game.
I was pumped.
And then I got a call....
OF COURSE...some little American baby boy decided to be born WHILE the hockey game was going on. I saw about thirty seconds of the game. After the birth, I ran out and turned the tv on (muted, of course) and saw that it was 2-2. Then I had to return to the room. I came out again about 3 minutes later and they players were shaking hands. What the heck? What happened? The other midwife and I stayed glued to the silent tv...looking at faces to try to determine the outcome. Then it came - the replay. Canada had scored.
Super-dee-duper.
Good day. Canada wins gold. Baby Griffin born. Everybody happy.
....well...besides you Americans who care about hockey....
The GOLD MEDAL for Hockey is OURS! Hip Hip Hooray! Way to go, men!
I had a hockey party planned for today. I invited a whole bunch of American friends (I have no Canadian friends here). They didn't know it, but they were going to be eating cake decorated like a Canadian flag, listening only to Canadian artists, and forced to sing (or listen to) the Canadian National Anthem before the game.
I was pumped.
And then I got a call....
OF COURSE...some little American baby boy decided to be born WHILE the hockey game was going on. I saw about thirty seconds of the game. After the birth, I ran out and turned the tv on (muted, of course) and saw that it was 2-2. Then I had to return to the room. I came out again about 3 minutes later and they players were shaking hands. What the heck? What happened? The other midwife and I stayed glued to the silent tv...looking at faces to try to determine the outcome. Then it came - the replay. Canada had scored.
Super-dee-duper.
Good day. Canada wins gold. Baby Griffin born. Everybody happy.
....well...besides you Americans who care about hockey....
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