As part of our psych run we get assigned a pregnant lady to follow for a year-- antenatal, labour, postnatal, etc. My patient was due on Saturday, and I've been waiting to get paged most of last week and this weekend. And for the past couple nights I haven't been getting much sleep in anticipation of being paged during the night and neurotically worrying I would sleep through it.
And then, it began:
I got a call on my cell at 3.45am this morning from my lady who said she and her partner were heading to the hospital (good thing I went to bed pretty early last night!). I jumped out of bed, got dressed, brushed my teeth, and off to the hospital I drove.
Oh man, what a high. Labour. Birth. The miracle of life. LoL. It was the grossest, but most incredible, amazing, beautiful thing I've ever witnessed. There was a lot of screaming, a lot pain, a lot of yucky, gooey looking "stuff" (I won't elaborate), but as soon as the little guy entered the world two hours later all of that was, in some ways, miraculously forgotten. Sure you remember, but you forget.
And I held the little guy in my arms! I'd never held a baby before, and oh my goodness, I was in love. And he wasn't even mine.
There are no words to describe it.
I am converted. All that stuff I used to go on about how almost "parasitic"/"alien" pregnany seemed... no way, man. It's LIFE. And it's BEAUTIFUL.
There are no words.
2 comments:
I totally know what you're talking about. I'm so tempted to talk to you about how I felt at that time.
But I can't.
Cos like you said, there's no word to describe it.
Seriously.
I don't even know how to describe one of the most intense highs in my life.
Wait till you see the baby at follow-up! OMG.
Oh, how sweet Anna! I've never watched child birth before and I kind of don't want to, like ever...like not even my own.
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