I spent today delivering a baby. One of my favorite clinic patients had a beautiful baby boy today. I’ve nicknamed him “Inchworm” because he has two older sisters that I’ve named “The Lady Bugs”. I love seeing the happiness of a family welcoming a new addition. Kinda warms my heart.
Strong contrast to the baby I delivered just 2 days before that. Young girl, 22 years old, stupid SOB father of baby. And when I say stupid, I mean like has given the girl chlamydia more than once. Seriously, wait which one is stupid? I just don’t understand our young women who will settle for nonsense and then tie themselves to these little boys for life. I fuss at her (as I do many of my patients) about wanting more. How do you not want more for yourself?
When I had my lil one, all I could think of was how I want more. I want to be the best mom I can be and surround my son with love and positive role models. I want to give my child the best future possible. But I guess if you already have a short world view, the best future possible may be bleak. What kind of world do we live in that the decision to make babies takes less time than ordering McDonalds? Has this easy access, easy way out American way of life really taken us down a path that we don’t think about consequences. I was reborn when I had my son. I am no longer able to “fly solo”. Everything I do affects him. My choices have lasting consequences. Sometimes that’s a lot of pressure (yes, self-inflicted) but the best oil comes out under pressure.
