I have a young friend who had the first baby to be born at my birth center, Longmeadow Farm Birthing Home. It was a true honor to be able to attend her and it was a great birth. I remember a fabulous quote from her during her labor. When she was in transition, she was reclining in the tub with candles lit all around her and soft music playing in the background. A student midwife was gently pouring warm water over her belly.
She said, “I feel like an Egyptian Queen—a regal Egyptian Queen who is writhing around in excruciating pain.”
This young woman was a single mom. When her baby was about four months old she decided she wanted to get out of the house and party for New Year’s Eve. She got all glammed up. I saw her on her way to the music hall where she was going to let loose for a moment with a well-deserved break from solo motherhood.
She looked beautiful. She had on a strapless black dress that was flirty and a little bit naughty. Her long blond hair was newly washed and fluffed up. She had on eye makeup for the first time in months. Really, she was stunning.
I said, “Knock’ em dead, kid.”
She said she was really having a great time. She was reveling in the freedom of having her body back to herself. For a brief moment she could forget that she had a dependent human being who was attached to her breasts 24/7.
At the party, she was dancing her ass off. At one point late in the evening, she was dancing with a very cute guy, and they were really hitting it off. She was rocking the moment.
Rocking it until, to her sheer horror, she saw that one of her nursing pads had escaped its confine and was lying on the dance floor at their feet. There it was in all its “contoured shape for exceptional fit” glory. She was mortified. Maybe if she ignored it, it would go away.
She stood stone still as the cute guy noticed the nursing pad and leaned over and picked it up.
He said, “Oh look, someone lost their yarmulke.”
MAZEL TOV! and HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!