Last night I watched the rerun of the season finale of “Glee.” Yes, we are gleeks at my house and I missed the finale the first time around. One of the characters gave birth in last night’s episode, to the music of Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody.” I love that song but never before associated it with birth. Tonight I think I get it: the theatricality … the intensity … the soaring feeling … the sweet ending.
The other day I was talking with a new mom. She was still on her high after giving birth two days before. Her eyes sparkled as she described pushing her baby into the world. She was proud — and rightly so. Her husband was in awe of what she had done and she was practically glowing. Her amazement at her own strength reminded me of why I do what I do.
Birth is dramatic. (more…)