Just another day at work *not*

I love my job, I really do. No birth is ever like the one before it, every baby is gorgeous in it's own way. My client called at 6 this morning, declaring "this is it", so I hopped in the shower, knowing I had a few extra minute since they live about 30 minutes further south than *me* and they were traveling up to the birth center (in Alexandria). Got there, started the check in list (supplies, oxygen tank, etc) and getting the bed ready when the doorbell rang. Eileen (the midwife) popped down to get it, and I heard her moan from upstairs. Suddenly there was a thump and and I looked down to the landing to hear her say "I'm not gonna make it (upstairs), there's something between my legs" -- I went halfway down to encourage her to come up and realized (in my hind brain) that it wasn't gonna happen. I ran back to the closest birth room, grabbed the bowl and some chux pads and whipped back down the stairs. Sure enough, by the time we wrestled her panties off there was a stunning mop of hair showing! I didn't even get gloves on (myself or the midwife) and her husband braced her from behind (he was on the stairs) while she pushed out a healthy, hollaring baby boy! The momma than muttered "Hooollly Fuck" with a grin, and I broke out into laughter as did the midwife, and the Dad just grinned.

Shortly afterwards we got everyone upstairs and into bed for the post partum hours, which were celebrated with more laughter and brownies, and they travled back home before noon. I made it home to get my own girls down to nap, and catch up on all you yahoos LJ's :)

Just another day at the office....