This sweet photo is a moment in time of the first baby I caught as a primary midwife under supervision. I did an internship in the Philippines a few summers ago and this lovely was my first catch, or as they like to say 'handle'... I like that, 'a handle.' It's so much more dignified and descriptive that the term we use her in North America, 'delivered.' Ohhhhh how I abhor that word. Like anybody but the moms deliver their own baby. I also love to term, 'received' as in, "I received the baby." or "the mom received her baby". Never should the credit of birthing a baby go to anyone else but the mom or in the case of a surgical birth the doctor.
May is lovely in these parts. The children are giddy with the spring air and are anticipating the end of school. Noah and Levi are in full swing soccer season with games and/or practices almost every night of the week. Sydney is starting track and field and continuing on with gymnastics and sax lessons although the saxophone is proving to be all of our worst enemy. She hates it, I hate her despising it and we are dreading the band concert coming up next week. I'm only dreading it because she hates it so much and being the mean mom that I am I wouldn't let her quit mid year.
It seems that she picked the wrong instrument and even the wrong genre of instrument. Most of her friends are in strings and that is where she wants to be. So the sax is bad, the sax is evil and hence she doesn't practice and hence we all dread when she is made to practice. Enough of that.
It's spring, it's lovely, babies are being born and life is good.
Emme
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