Jer,
I want to pay tribute to your efforts over the last two days. You and your book, "The Husband as Birth Partner", have been such a calming presence through this whole process. I knew you were reading carefully when I would bark various commands and you would quickly respond in agreement. "Don't move the exercise ball", "Don't touch the cup at Chipotle", "Stop talking", "Reassure me", "Breath", "Stop breathing", "Assume the lotus pose and recite the alphabet in Cantonese!"...were all met with quiet obedience. You handled the packing, the loading, the questions at triage. You remembered to bring the lavendar lotion, the tennis balls (for massage), the calming CDs and pictures of our family (focal points)...despite no time for any of it. Yours were the only hands that I allowed to be near me when I was in labor. In fact I told our midwife to get lost when she tried to assume your position as master masseuse in this whole production. It was your voice I was listening to. You were our eyes and ears...taking in all of the details that gets lost on a laboring woman. I knew I was in expert hands for the duration. You knew exactly what to do, what to say and when.
I know that in these next several months, we both will be short on sleep, a breeding ground for frustration and irritation. But during those days, when you are contemplating entering into the priesthood, please look back on this post. I love you. You love me. We make a great team. We can do this.
xo,
Sar
p.s. Thanks for the gorgeous flowers!
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