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...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
Here, I bring the finished score...
Thirty-one people at Thanksgiving. One pair of people whom I'd expected to show didn't. I assume weather, but I am most saddened by that absence. Most of the other attendees I even knew, excepting my sister's friends, but everyone seemed to have a good time. Myself? I did. Nonetheless, with thanksgiving with my mother's husband's family on Thursday, our party on Friday, and Saturday's trip to Angel's grandparents, I was burnt-out and exhausted by social interactions in general. To the point where I went upstairs to sit with my computer and let the party run itself for a little while. They have a kind of momentum, parties.
Part of that exhaustion comes from wanting to be a good host for everyone and realizing that once a critical mass of people is reached (about fifteen), hostlets break off and groups form to play games. But I still want to be everyone to everyone and have fun and smile and cheerfully work my way through better than thirty full place settings.
Dad forgot his pie, his jell-o, and his salad. Pie and jell-o should still be good.

I gained maybe one pound over the holiday; I have begun to dislike eating large quantities. Mostly because I have an instinctual purging response to being full, and throwing up is Not A Good Thing. I want to go back to exercising. I want my heels to stop aching horribly with every step (my fault; wore bad shoes for a week or two and strained them). I want to be the girl I was when I was sixteen and beautiful and didn't know it.

The baby, from Thursday? We pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed - we all push, it's a strange symbiosis. When I say "And breathe..." every woman in the room takes a deep breath, holds it, and tenses up through the push. We pushed. Baby refused, stalwartly, to move. Dr. V came and examined. "Sunny-side up." Occiput posterior; baby's face battering itself against the pelvic bone. He got the vacuum and did a deft little twisting manoeuvre that freed the baby to be delivered in one smooth motion. I watched. He looked at me. "Why don't you," he suggested, "go meet my other patient?" I'd been there all day, O Best Beloved, in the hopes of getting that delivery. Who was I to turn down another chance?
She was at 5 cm or so, the new patient, and it was her first baby. I begged the night shift secretary to page me if anything happened. Dr. V told me sotto voce to call every hour and check up on her, if I wanted to be in on it. "They never page." I went home. I called an hour later. "7 cm." I'll be in in half an hour or so. I didn't have time to call back. Five minutes after that my pager shrilled and I called back. "She's complete. Come quickly."
Sprinted to the hospital - a three-minute drive away. Beat Dr. V there by a few seconds, enough for me to get my breath only. We ran into the room. There she was, whimpering and sobbing. Seems she'd sat up to get an epidural and then felt massive pressure. Complete. No epidural. And there we went.
She was a champion mother. Through my inexpert delivery (I almost dropped the baby, I am certain, it came out so oddly and so wriggly) and the second-degree laceration (Dr. V did the repair) she didn't scream. She made noises and cried but so would anyone. And the baby was beautiful, the best narcotic any mother can have. "Ow, it hur--ohhhh, baby!" If you've ever seen it, you know what I mean.

So what about today? Today comes later, O Best Beloved. I am here late for a woman whose strip suddenly says 9cm and I must go investigate.

now feeling:: exhausted exhausted

15 whispers echo . o O ( ... ) O o . whisper a word
dempcat From: dempcat Date: November 29th, 2004 11:48 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
When I have a baby, I hope my doctor is as wonderful as you.
nessers From: nessers Date: November 29th, 2004 11:55 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
When you have a baby, I'll feel old.

(Ditto, Nykki.)
ayradyss From: ayradyss Date: November 30th, 2004 12:22 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
You know what's scary? I'm talking about having a baby in a couple years. I wonder if I can request a med student to be there.
nessers From: nessers Date: November 30th, 2004 12:53 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
But I won't feel -as- old when -you- have a baby because I didn't know you when you were eighteen.. and when I first met you, you were already engaged.
dempcat From: dempcat Date: November 30th, 2004 02:16 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
Start getting ready to feel old - I'm pregnant!

No, not really. Our timeline is something like:

2006 Chad and Lizzie graduate
Chad and Lizzie get married
2007 Chad and Lizzie get jobs
Chad and Lizzie move somewhere nice
2008 Chad and Lizzie have a baby

Of course, it'll probably all take us until 2010,11,12 or something, because we move kind of slow.
lorriejharris From: lorriejharris Date: November 29th, 2004 11:58 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
"Ow, it hur--ohhhh, baby!"

Cayleigh was 9lbs, 9oz, I had -nothing-. And that was exactly my reaction! ^^;;
ayradyss From: ayradyss Date: November 30th, 2004 12:22 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
Every mother is beautiful in that moment...
From: sepuki Date: November 30th, 2004 08:05 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
Curse you, girl...your posts simultaneously make me shiver at the prospect of childbirth and hear my clock tick. *whimper*
pwwka From: pwwka Date: November 30th, 2004 07:03 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
Oddly, after I read this post, I pulled out the old lists of baby names,* and started to have this odd desire to have sex. And Tim is at Hopkins until 7pm. Grrrr. All I can ask is, DID YOU HAVE TO POST THAT TODAY!?!


About Thanksgiving-- thirty one people?? Good heavens. See your email about the absence. I'm sorry. :(

* And I found the six names you sent me for some project or other. Something had spilled over half of the page-- only two middle names were even remotely legible, sadly. Magician, these are your wife's baby's names from sophomore year:

Jamison Brooks
Jessamyn Alessandra
lakos From: lakos Date: November 30th, 2004 07:31 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
They've changed a bit since then, at least if our conversations about them are anything to go by. :)
pwwka From: pwwka Date: November 30th, 2004 11:33 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
May I ask what you've come up with? ;)
lakos From: lakos Date: December 1st, 2004 04:45 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
Let's see...

Galadrial Rose (though the order of those 2 might switch)
Merlyn Alexandre (Again might flip)
Winter Dawn (that one's going to stay that order.)

Of course, this assumes 2 girls and a boy. I think we had another boy's pair of names at some point...
pwwka From: pwwka Date: December 2nd, 2004 01:40 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
Merlyn Alexandre... this is quite amusing. We've a Tristan Taliesin Alexander, and Tristan aside, Taliesin is another name for Merlin in the Mabinogion. Great minds think alike?

We considered Rose, but the fact that it's my middle name killed the idea. And we can't use "Lily", as it's the name of the dog. Tsk tsk. One must think ahead with these things.
lakos From: lakos Date: December 2nd, 2004 01:43 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
Yes, though I'm hearing from Nykki that she's not sure of some of the literary references for first names. ;) We'll see what we're thinking when we're actually looking at starting this whole 'parent' thing.
pwwka From: pwwka Date: November 30th, 2004 11:32 pm (UTC) (etched in stone)
"--Don Juan Triumphant! ...I advise you to comply; my instructions should be clear. Remember, there are worse things than a shattered chandelier."

Ah, I can't help it. Had to finish the line.
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