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We just said hello to a newborn the other night. She is my significant other's grandchild.
Her parents decided not to know before hand what her gender was. She was born in a hospital with a Dula and a Doctor.
It's been a while since I've held someone so tiny and very deep in thought. Her eyes move under her eyelids, she yawns and then her eyelids open. Her
adjustment to her new world completely amazes me. I wonder what is going on in her mind as I watch her move.
Would it be wonderful if we remembered living in our mother's womb, the journey from it and then entering Earth's atmosphere? Would we more appreciative of our mothers for the safe environment they provided while we developed into human beings? Would we be fearless, knowing that we traveled through the birth canal on our own time? Would we be excited to be on Earth, our home for the rest of our lives?
Most of us can't remember any of that, unfortunately.
We are expecting another newborn within the next 10 days. She will be my first grandchild. Her parents knew her gender months ago, and we watched her grow by 3D Ultrasound.
Her parents are opting for a water birth at home with a Dula. We'll be there, too.
I am in awe now that I have the leisure of observing, and not have to go through this stage of life myself. I finally get what my friends mean when they say that grandchildren are the best.