I’m standing in the delivery room at Salem Hospital while my sister is laying on the bed. I’m holding her leg. On the other side, my brother-in-law & my sisters best friend are holding her other leg. I’ve never been in a delivery room before. I’m not sure what to expect but I listen closely to every sound, every beep. Wondering if the change of the heartbeat is okay.
I look down and see my sisters furrowed brow. The pain of child birth across her face. We encourage her through each contraction & remind her that the baby will be here soon.
The doctor comes in and sits at the foot of the bed. Preparing his instruments & putting on his gloves and mask. Another strong contraction & my sister is pushing. The doctor turns around & basically catches the baby. She came so quickly I swear I heard him say “woah!”
He scoops Kaylie into his arms & places her on my sisters chest. I look down and see that tiny baby. Her furry little shoulders. I start to cry realizing I just witnessed the most amazing thing & a true miracle.
That was a defining moment in my life. I learned that life is precious. A healthy baby, family member, life; is not a given, it’s a gift. It’s to be treasured.
Story I shared in my Dale Carnegie class today.