Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Our new baby, installment #30
This is Harrison. And me. If you look closely, you can see that the cord is still not cut. We waited until it stopped pulsing and it was tied off with a string. Still no sign of that placenta. So after what seemed like an eternity holding Harrison in the tub, the midwife told me I should get out, and let gravity help expel the afterbirth. I felt a little wobbly in the knees. I handed the baby to my husband, climbed out and walked to my bed, which I had made up like a layer cake of sheets and shower curtains.