The students, in turn, opted to look at each other and shrug their shoulders. Growing increasingly impatient with his obstetrician's lack of clinical acumen, the baby decided to turn his own head, and in an overt display of displeasure, cast one arm from his mother's womb.
At this point, even an obstetrician who had ignored the tenets of sobriety to the point of near incapacitation would have done something in the way of delivery, but Choy continued to watch. The students continued to be dumbfounded, and the delivery room nurse began to wonder if she shouldn't have cut down on her morning dose …show more content…
With one final maneuver, Abrams was holding the baby, and as the baby took her first breath and began to cry, I felt chills run up and down my spine.
I turned around to see Milo's reaction and realized the delivery room had grown cloudy because of the tears that had silently filled my eyes. When I was sure Milo had survived the experience, I turned my attention back to the new baby and her mother who was still groggy from the anesthesia but holding the baby and talking to her as though she had known her for ages.
If the sight of mother and child was beautiful, the experience of seeing a child born was nothing short of perfect. I had lived the perfect moment, and witnessed one of life's miracles. I had seen a baby take its first breath, and the world stop for a brief instant to let another child get on its merry-go-round.
When I got home that night, I didn't know what to tell Lori first. I told her about the surgery, Milo, Netto, Choy, and seeing my first delivery. I was excited about the events of the day, and I needed someone to share them with, if only through