Monday, February 02, 2009

There is a space, o about 1/2 hour, when the mom in labor stops fighting what is happening inside her and she spaces out and becomes angelic, surrendered and floaty. It is my favorite place. Then I know everything is going to be ok.
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1 comment:

nnygrl said...

my sis;

"how to write a poem"

good for laughs. repeatedly.

7:25 AM

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