Last night I delivered a baby for what might be the last time in my career.
Birth has been a passion since I witnessed it the first time as a medical student at Rose Hospital in Denver where I set up an elective rotation with midwives. I have participated in birth now for 10 years and loved the experience. The possibility of this being the last weighs heavily on me, even as I know the chapter is closing.
It was a baby girl, a healthy 9 pounds, 2 ounces. After the intensity of the birth had passed the baby was laid on the belly of the exhausted, euphoric mother. Seeing her joy and seeing the father—engaged, enraptured and in love—made my eyes well up just as they had at my very first delivery, and each one since. It is in these tender moments when a family is born where the joy lies for me.
As I lay down in bed after the birth I though how funny it is that even as my professional focus is moving away from childbirth I am having my third child, exactly two years apart from the last. I will now have my four year old, my two year old and my new work baby, Direct Osteopathic Primary Care.
Having a work baby is very different than a real baby, but nuances are the same. There was the gestation full of countless hours ruminating over what it would be like and look like. And now the birth, seeing it come to life, watching as my own children fold in this new part of our lives, and paint a mural on the wall to welcome it.
I hope you can join me in watching the clinic as it grows and matures to take care of you and your family in the best possible way for us all.