I sit here in my living room with my two little ones reading the stories of Mothers who lost their babies and thinking how dear and precious life is. I'm astonished by how many stories there are, by the lack of information we have on why this happens, angry that not enough is being done. Will reading these stories make me a better midwife? Is sitting here seeing the screen and my image reflected in it, tears streaming down my face doing any good at all? I wish I knew what I could do to fix this, tell me what to hit with a hammer, tell me what to glue back together.
What can I do?
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Yes. Reading our stories, walking into our world, it does make you a better midwife.
I speak so thankfully, so highly of my midwife. She gave me many of her gifts, it is a comfort deep in my soul that hands that loved women, that loved babies, that loved the Lord, hands that were strong and careful caught my tiny son.
Hands that made his birth about Gabriel and Mr. Spit and I. Hands that got the medical practice to leave us be, that did the bare minimum for me, and left me with my son.
It is a gift to walk through the valley of the Shadow of Death, and not be afraid.
I think of her, sitting in the corner, sewing away, and the whole experience was better, because Cathy was there.
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