After attending Alice, Becky, and Penny’s births, my midwife gave me a small book, with letter to each child and their tiny newborn footprints in the front cover. She also stamped their tiny feet on the the cover of our patient file, which she has used for all three kids.
At one of our prenatal visits this last year, Ella was thumbing through our file, and asked why her foot prints were not on the cover. My midwife thought for a minute, and then told her “I didn’t know your mama when you were ready to be born, but I have known you since you were very small, and I do think of you as one of ‘my babies’.” This satisfied Ella, but it obviously stuck with my midwife, and at our most recent visit she brought along a larger book, just for Ella. She asked her to take off her socks and shoes, covered her sole in blue ink, and asked her to step on the book, and then the file. Ella beamed, and carried around her book all day, showing it off to her grandparents, to the mailman, and to the neighbors.
“Now I am one of Cathy’s babies!”
Reason #45936 I love midwifery.