Renusha Indralingam ~
Karen Ross ~
The new parents,
have dark circles
under their eyes.
Instead of davening
with prayer shawl,
at each sunrise,
they are drowned
in diapers and breast milk.
Or maybe the drowning
in diapers and breast milk
is the prayer.
Their newborn was created in a lab,
with life cells engineered
by white-coated scientists.
The miracle baby is named
for the angel, Gabriel.
Amy Crawford-Faucher ~
There's one thing about being a family doctor: After a while, almost every patient you see is a familiar face. This can be a blessing or a curse, but mostly it's a blessing.
This morning I'm in my office, reviewing today's patients with Julia, the medical student rotating in our office.
I'm especially looking forward to my 10:30 appointment. It's the first checkup for a newborn girl named Ella. I've known her parents, Emily and Dave, since before they had their first daughter, Katie, now three. I think of them as one of "my" families.
Emily and Dave, in their late twenties, have been together since college. Emily works full-time in a management position. Everything about her is calm and unflappable. Her dark blue eyes, neat dark-brown hair and pleasant expression radiate quiet competence. She easily weathers the garden-variety worries and crises of career and child-rearing.
Joe Andrie ~
It's another day for me as an intern on the labor-and-delivery floor of my large urban hospital--another day scrambling to help pregnant women deliver and trying to keep pace with the unpredictable timetable of the birthing process.
My hospital phone rings. I'm really starting to dread that sound.
It's the triage nurse. We're admitting a patient: Mrs. Harris, age thirty-four, who's had several prior deliveries and therefore carries the label "multiparous," or just "multip."
Flipping through her records, I see "G5P4" noted. "G" means the number of pregnancies; "P" indicates how many children she has.
A mother of four who's at term and having contractions...I've seen such women give birth within a matter of minutes. In plain language, Mrs. Harris's chart means "HURRY!"