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Birth is not an emergency. It is simply an emergence.


As we enter the week before Henry turns two years old, I thought that I'd kick of a retrospective of Henry-related pictures. Think of it as a pictorial 'this is your life'. I thought that I'd begin with one of Henry and I on the second day after his birth. We're both a bit buggered, and I still find it odd that the most energetic of all involved in the birth at this point was Jen, who had actually done most of the work. I will claim some credit though, as holding her leg up in the air for a good hour with nary a complaint was not easy.

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Happy birthday Henry. Yup, it was my poor husband who was most exhausted after it all - I was relieved, lighter, able to paint my toenails, and darn happy.
Dina said…
Sweet idea, to honor Henry as a lead in to his birthday. Do you show him his pics on the blog everyday?
The Thinker pose is classic!
I'm glad everything worked OUT all right at and after his birth.
Mazal tov on your 700 posts. 700?!?
Anonymous said…
Oh poor poor Kris. I can't imagine how hard it must have been holding up Jen's leg I really can't.

pfft
Anonymous said…
I was a birth partner for a friend years ago, and when the epidural needle appeared I nearly passed out (I'm a nurse don't forget - this was v.v.v.v. embarrassing!). So while my friend was labouring on the bed, the midwife was crouched down by my side crooning "Now Jackie, nice deep breaths ....!" I have never ever forgotten the mortification (nor have my friends!).
Kris McCracken said…
Boise Diva, I think that Jen was relieved that she could get her shoes on without help, after it all.

Dina, I do show him, and I tell him the nice things that people say from all over the world. I hope that I’m not giving him a big head. He’s only recently started to say his name when he sees his picture (although it still sounds like ‘Henny’), for a long time he pointed at himself and said ‘mama’ or ‘dada’.

Tania, you have no idea the pain of holding up that leg. It really is unimaginable.

Jackie, thankfully both births that I have attended have been pretty straightforward. Jen was reasonably quiet, no swearing (odd that, because she swears at me fine at other times), no blood outside the birth stuff, two happy and healthy bubs, no drugs needed or asked for, no tearing or stitches required. Ezra was out and in our arms 45 minutes after arriving at the hospital!
Dina said…
Your comment answers here are good to know.

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