| callaynatara ( @ 2007-12-11 00:52:00 |
giving birth, a perspective
Not the relevant one, of course.
The midwife is here, Shiuwen is in full on labor, Aaron's helping out or whatever, and I can hear the water running upstairs. Natural birth is all well and good, and very Seattle-esque...
Meanwhile, in the living room, I have created a Photoshopped glowing leaf collage, knit myself a quarter of a scarf, and just taught myself the purl stitch (having learned the knit stitch yesterday, when the contractions stopped being intermittent).
Snacks are being brought upstairs. Nachos with salsa, chopped vegetables, and cookies (macaroons, sugar cookies, oatmeal raisin, and madelines). The midwife comes down to fill a giant mug of water. She thanks me for the cookies I baked yesterday, saying they were very good. She goes back up to tend to her patient.
Time is passing. I have made myself three sandwiches, finished two small work tasks, and have managed to pick up a new client in the interim. Three new rows of scarf knit is completed. Three more backlogged emails need to go out.
I can hear Shiuwen upstairs. She does not sound pleasant.
In-between the coding and the purling and the pondering of whether I should start making some potato leek soup in the middle of the night, the unexpected thought creeps in:
I am never having children.
[Update!
The kid is born, although Shiuwen had to go to the hospital to finally deliver him. It is a boy, and is very cute, but big (9.2 lbs). Also, very quiet -- he only cries, apparently, to say "Feed me!" or "Change my diaper!"]
Not the relevant one, of course.
The midwife is here, Shiuwen is in full on labor, Aaron's helping out or whatever, and I can hear the water running upstairs. Natural birth is all well and good, and very Seattle-esque...
Meanwhile, in the living room, I have created a Photoshopped glowing leaf collage, knit myself a quarter of a scarf, and just taught myself the purl stitch (having learned the knit stitch yesterday, when the contractions stopped being intermittent).
Snacks are being brought upstairs. Nachos with salsa, chopped vegetables, and cookies (macaroons, sugar cookies, oatmeal raisin, and madelines). The midwife comes down to fill a giant mug of water. She thanks me for the cookies I baked yesterday, saying they were very good. She goes back up to tend to her patient.
Time is passing. I have made myself three sandwiches, finished two small work tasks, and have managed to pick up a new client in the interim. Three new rows of scarf knit is completed. Three more backlogged emails need to go out.
I can hear Shiuwen upstairs. She does not sound pleasant.
In-between the coding and the purling and the pondering of whether I should start making some potato leek soup in the middle of the night, the unexpected thought creeps in:
I am never having children.
[Update!
The kid is born, although Shiuwen had to go to the hospital to finally deliver him. It is a boy, and is very cute, but big (9.2 lbs). Also, very quiet -- he only cries, apparently, to say "Feed me!" or "Change my diaper!"]