The Miracle of Birth

We started our morning in New Orleans with an exploration of birth. First, we viewed a fascinating video of kangaroo birth.



Next, we watched a clip of a "rhino birth," really just a clip from the movie Ace Ventura.



There are 4 people sitting in this room-- 4 semi-adults, two men, two women all in their early twenties, and I was baffled to learn that NONE but myself had ever watched a video of the live birth of a human. I thought watching such was a requirement of high school classes! I swear, I've seen footage of birth at least 4 or 5 times and felt it was very informative. And I would love to actually be witness to a birth. How can women of child-producing age, and wanting of children, not know what the process entails? When my Aunt C was pregnant with her last child I remember the oldest daughters, down to my cousin L, being invited to watch the birth of their youngest brother. I was seriously jealous that I didn't have those sort of options in my family.

I remember thinking in 6th through 9th grades that perhaps I would like to become a neonatal nurse or midwife, specifically helping somehow with the birthing process. Recently I've thought about nursing again, and after the conversations I shared with Brit's cousin about Public Health, I think I should take some time to consider my future career.

Babies! I want to have a baby. Someday.


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An edit to this post, 20 minutes after the fact. It hit me that perhaps midwifery could be my calling in life. I'm going to begin my research.

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An edit to this post, 60 minutes after the fact. I'm having good feelings about this. Purpose with a capital P. This makes so much sense... I wonder why I hadn't seriously considered it before.

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  1. You will be an amazing midwife.

    Lisa

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