Nothing makes us try harder to be the best we can be than parenting. Even when things spiral out of control, things we have little or no control over in the first place, we still manage to feel guilty and ask, “what could i have done differently?”
As i watched Beckie push with every last ounce of her wavering strength even as the doctor went thru the pros and cons of their remaining choices as Charlie still showed no signs of wanting to vacate her cosy little home the last nine months, and Brad bravely asking the tough questions about worse case scenarios, I silently hoped that i had the strength to continue doing my job. Which was the simplest job in the room. Despite wanting to just drop my camera an grab Beckie’s other hand and leg and giving her my support. Maybe, this next contraction. Maybe, the next, if she just pushed harder. Maybe, if I just held her. Maybe.
Nothing makes us try harder, because i was there, 10 yrs ago, feeling like i was such a wimp for not being able to push out a tiny baby. And then found out she had her umbilical cord around her neck, holding her back.
And that Charlie, all nine pounds three ounces of her, just wasn’t able to defy the laws of physics (and biology) by squeezing through mommy’s tiny birth canal. Still, in the end, all we care about is that our kids are okay.
In that, Brad and Beckie, you’ve come out aces. Congrats – and welcome to parenthood
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