Birth in the time of Covid: The Swing and the Drip of Wax
<p>The nurse sat next to me as the contractions came closer and closer, my wife sloshing around in her own fluids which I helped to mop up from time to time with a towel, tissue, or whatever I could find. The tennis ball was getting its fair share of the liquid.</p>
<p>It seemed that my wife was melting. I looked over to the bespectacled nurse sitting next to me as she held my wife’s hand and rubbed her back. She seemed too young to be doing this job, and yet I had to trust in her experience. This was her job, and I liked trusting in her.</p>
<p>“When the pain comes, push. Try to hold for counts of ten. Don’t push when there’s no pain. Push through the pain…ten seconds,” the nurse said.</p>
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