Yesterday, at the time that I would usually be entertaining myself with some new blog entry whilst watching the day dawn, drinking green tea and perusing The Globe and Mail and The Vancouver Sun, I receive the call. The call that I have been ready and waiting for for days. The call that I feared might come during last weekend's chemo combat recovery period. But no, it came yesterday!Oh. You're wondering what on earth I'm on about? Well, it's not really my news to tell so here's the highly-edited version.
I had the great honour of being invited to be present and involved at the birth of a very, very dear friend's first child. It is the very first time that I have had such an invitation. It was of course the third birth I have been present at, if one can be called "present" during labour but the very first time that I was not the one doing all the hard work.
Mama and Baby did their parts impeccably and are doing great and Dad is justifiably, chest-swellingly proud of both of them.
I spent the late afternoon with my Mama hat back on, profoundly effected by what I had witnessed in the morning. The miracle of life. The abilities of two humans to make another human. The perfection that is a new human being.
Charlotte was having a very brief--I need food--tween moment and I said to her that she was lucky that I had had such a brilliant experience earlier in the day and was feeling so ecstatic otherwise she would have been on the receiving end of a very cranky Mama.
And another thing.........CANUCKS ROCK!
According to the statistician-in-residence, 90% of teams who win the first two games of a playoff series go on to win the series.
Have an awesome weekend.
Zoë
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