mood: worn out.
state i'm in: one of the most amazing days ends.
tune: lionel richie "easy (like sunday morning)".
got into scrubs... washed hands... masks, hairnets, gloves... in go me and nic... patient gets prepped... cut, cut, cut... through layers of fat, faschia, mucles... pop goes the uterus, amniotic fluid like a little fountain...
out comes a brand spanking new baby. it takes its first breaths, lets out a small cry, cord is cut, neonatal examination, bub goes pink, rugged up like a caterpillar and safely in arms of mum and dad.
one very amazing morning, seeing two beautiful bundles of innocence arrive into the troubled world. one day they will walk; maybe one day they will rule. a blank slate.
for a good 15 minutes after each birth i remain completely speechless. mum touches Baby G's face gently... no words for this, i just feel a small tear well in the corner of my eye. i guess you had to be there.
the power of new life. new life.
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- JaredH
- Brisvegas, Queensland, Australia
- i am..: an overworked med student; studied undergrad biology in neuroscience and human physiology; pretty fit, swim and work out a bit; have a lovely boyfriend who takes good care of me when i need it. politically and socially aware; fascinated with the shapes and colours of clouds; worked in music shops for years; fairly well-travelled. i am a fairly relaxed kind of guy, with what i think is a pretty well screwed on head. i do have a few destinations in sight, but when (in my humble opinion) the ultimate destination is death, is it not better to live for the journey???
1 comment:
I'm insanely jealous! I want to do those sort of things... the only thing is that I hate blood! Just the thought of blood or any other bodily fluid squirting all over me makes me want to cringe. It's the only thing that makes me want to not do medicine. Unless I do general practice but then I'll still have to get blood samples and stuff.
The power of new life is great. As is the loss of life...
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