However little did anyone know that deep down in my heart I had a sliver of interest in
OB nursing. Of course it all started around the same time as when I was having children of my own and watching episodes of The Baby Story and tearing up like a babbling fool, but I wasn’t going to admit that to anyone.
Last Tuesday I had a clinical day in the
OB department and I prayed the Lord would make a way for me to witness a birth, and guess what?? I got to see a c-section, that took entirely too long because of complications from the mama but after the final cut was made and the splurge of bag of waters came out the little baby that emerged was so incredibly amazing I could stop what happened next.
I felt like the Grinch on Christmas morning when his heart began to grow a few sizes larger, I wondered what was happening to me. The baby was brought to the warmer and Apgar tests were beginning and I was just looking in awe. A few moments later as I motioned the dad to come hold his newborn child, I grabbed his camera from his breast pocket and I started snapping pictures for him(he was fine with this). Low and behold my cheeks were dripping with fresh fallen tears. I think in the flash of a moment my mind changed from being against OB to being for