Why am I talking about this? Well, I caught my first baby today. and it was nothing like that.
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Being my first birth in which I was expected to have any type of responsibility more than that of watching and writing notes, when the woman came into the clinic, my brain was freaking out. I had no idea what to do or when to do it, but the licensed midwife didn't seem too phased that I was acting as student midwife (I guess the midwives here know that everyone has to start somewhere, so it might as well be under their watchful eyes). So I did what midwives are known for doing: I sat and waited. And, lo and behold, the baby was born almost before my brain could process it, and somehow I was doing the right things at the right time, and, once everyone was settled and mom and baby's vitals were checked, mom and baby and family ended up in a happy little huddle on the bed. So in the end, it was a beautiful moment, filled with the wonder and awe of the children seeing the miracle of birth for the first time, and my hands and heart tingling from having been a part of it.
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