I’m not sure if these women are just genetically made better for birthing babies, if they are part superwoman with incredible strength, or if 90% of the women I’ve labored in my hospital career (myself included) are just wimpy.
The way they stay so composed during childbirth. They way they walk out an hour later for a hike up and over the mountain back home. I’m used to moms huffing and puffing. Screaming and crying for their epidurals.
Not these women. Not this one.
Just before lunch I got a call on my phone that there was a mom at the clinic 10 cm dilated. When I barged into the labor ward, hoping I hadn’t missed the delivery, there she was, very relaxed, and even a tiny bit chatty. She looked to be in no apparent distress. During a contraction she grimaced like she stubbed her toe. But without the sound effects to go with it.
There was nothing dramatic about this birth. The atmosphere was laid back and peaceful as we all let nature take its course.
At 1251 a baby girl was born!
I turn to my right and laugh with grandma as she dances! I felt my own euphoria after the safe and easy delivery.
Mary, the primary nurse on duty today joins them for a photo.
After a few minutes, I wrapped and handed the baby off to the Grandmas and joined Mary in tending to the mother. Still waiting on the placenta… Through the curtain I kept hearing my name come up over and over in the mix of a Tongan conversation. I finally asked Mary what they were talking about. She said they were naming the baby after me. They were practicing how to pronounce it. 🙂
A-LEE-Sya, A-lee-SEE-ya, A-lee-see-A….
My first namesake!!! I couldn’t have been more honored.
And I might be biased, but I really do think she might be the prettiest little Alicia I’ve ever seen too.