Our Monday medical experience was NOTHING like the weekend madness. It’s enough to redeem one’s faith in Western medicine. Oh wait, it was the midwives we saw on Monday. Make that, it’s enough to renew one’s enthusiasm for non-bureacratized, people-centered, natural health care.
We went to the orientation session at BirthCare last night and really liked it (except for the bratty toddler running around with insufficient supervision from his parents). It helped us re-connect with everything that draws us to midwifery care and assuaged some of our lingering concerns about out-of-hospital births. It was a bit unsettling that the woman who ran the session was the last midwife we’d seen at the Maryland birth center — the one who could not find a heartbeat when we lost Coqui last year — but she remembered us and was very kind. She even let us hear Harpo’s heartbeat with a Doppler after everyone else was gone!
It more than made up for all the crap of the past few days.
(Oh, and Cait’s arm is doing fine. Still itching but we haven’t had to cut it off.)