Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Funny Story-

The Middle Wife
by an Anonymous 2nd grade teacher

I’ve been teaching now for about fifteen years. I have two kids myself, but the best birth story I know is the one I saw in my own second-grade classroom a few years back.

When I was a kid, I loved show-and-tell. So I always have a few sessions with my students. It helps them get over shyness and usually, show-and-tell is pretty tame. Kids bring in pet turtles, model airplanes, pictures of fish they catch, stuff like that. And I never, ever place any boundaries or limitations on them. If they want to lug it in to school and talk about it, they’re welcome.

Well, one day this little girl, Erica, a very bright, very outgoing kid, takes her turn and waddles up to the front of the class with a pillow stuffed under her sweater.

She holds up a snapshot of an infant. “This is Luke, my baby brother, and I’m going to tell you about his birthday.”

“First, Mom and Dad made him as a symbol of their love, and then Dad put a seed in my Mom’s stomach, and Luke grew in there. He ate for nine months through an umbrella cord.”

She’s standing there with her hands on the pillow, and I’m trying not to laugh and wishing I had my camcorder with me. The kids are watching her in amazement.

“Then, about two Saturdays ago, my Mom starts saying and going, ‘Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!’ Erica puts a hand behind her back and groans. “She walked around the house for, like an hour, ‘Oh, oh, oh!’ Now this kid is doing a hysterical duck walk and groaning.

“My Dad called the middle wife. She delivers babies, but she doesn’t have a sign on the car like the Domino’s man. They got my Mom to lie down in bed like this.” Then Erica lies down with her back against the wall.

“And then, pop! My Mom had this bag of water she kept in there in case he got thirsty, and it just blew up and spilled all over the bed, like psshhheew!” This kid has her legs spread with her little hands miming water flowing away. It was too much!

“Then the middle wife starts saying, ‘push, push,’ and ‘breathe, breathe. They started counting, but never even got past ten. Then, all of a sudden, out comes my brother. He was covered in yucky stuff that they all said was from Mom’s play-center, so there must be a lot of toys inside there.”

Then Erica stood up, took a big theatrical bow and returned to her seat. I’m sure I applauded the loudest. Ever since then, when it’s show-and-tell day, I bring my camcorder, just in case another “Middle Wife” comes along.


Terri here- Saw that today, and wanted to post something light-hearted. BTW, I walked into a birth the other day to hear the cry of a healthy newborn. Let me tell you, after two fetal demises last week, that sound was joyous music full of miracle and thanksgiving. I now appreciate the normal, healthy babies much more than ever. They truly are a gift from God.

Running the risk of sounding defensive, here is my disclaimer. In case anyone reading this is skeptical of midwives or homebirth: these babies would have died in any circumstance. Both of them had been dead in utero for two days before the mom noticed or labor started. These two moms had healthy, normal pregnancies and had previously delivered all healthy, normal babies.

1 comment:

Melissa said...

Hi, Terri--Melissa here. I discovered your blog through Margaret's and have enjoyed reading through your posts as I sit and rest. I think you are a kindred spirit. :)

Yes, the sound of that newborn crying on Monday WAS the joyous music of a miracle. I am so grateful.

The way you went about your assistant duties and the interest you took in our family was such an obvious reflection of your heart. We were very blessed to have you there. Thank you.