Trust the babies.

Abstract

The recurrent amnesia the American Medical Association (AMA) suffers regarding the brilliant process of birth which has been unfolding perfectly for millennium can not eradicate this most precious corporeal knowledge. I have witnessed this perfect beauty replete with its regal diversity as an apprentice and in-hospital labor coach. Still and perhaps always I walk away from a birth calmly blinking at the textures of the world through which I move. There are few if any selfish moments between which we are pressed at birth. Humanity's desire to capture its immortality becomes possibility. Eons of complicated myths, and stories told, still echoing within our collective experience become reality: fantasy blooms within us. The tiny tattered leaf, utopia's imperiled banner all but dashed by avarice, for a split second reveals its glow. Each one of us has pristine moments of giddy altruism when the babes come through clearly negotiating their own private passages, journeys only they know despite the multi-billion dollar displaced efforts the AMA forges in its researching of bio-technological advancement. I saw a most remarkable example of this miraculous other-worldly journey at an in-hospital vaginal delivery of twin girls.