THE AMISH MIDWIFE
The Women of Lancaster County, Book 1
Mindy Starns Clark and Leslie Gould
Harvest House Publishers
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number 244 was an easy one --- three hours of labor, twenty minutes of pushing, and
one healthy seven-pound-three-ounce baby boy. To put it in the vernacular of the
parents, the infant slid into my hands like a football dropping into the palms
of a wide receiver waiting in the end zone.
a boy," I announced as I looked at the clock and noted the time: 5:33 p.m. "You
did it, Brie."
boy," Stanley cried, turning to high-five his wife. Th e head football coach at
Barlow High School, Stanley had guided Brie through the entire labor and
delivery much as he must have ushered last year's team through to the playoff s.
"Finally, our own little future Bruin."
Bruin," she echoed, meeting Stanley's palm with her own. Then she collapsed back
against the pillows, laughter bubbling from her throat even as tears spilled
freely across her cheeks. After three daughters, I knew they had both been
hoping for a son.
suctioned the baby, wiped off his tiny face, and then handed the scissors to
Stanley, who didn't need much help cutting the cord for this, his fourth down at
the one-yard line, so to speak. Grabbing a warm blanket, I wrapped it around the
infant and placed him in his mother's arms, and then I added another warm
blanket across them both. As soon as I returned to my chair at the foot of the
bed, Stanley leaned toward Brie, touching his forehead to hers and wrapping his
thick arms around wife and child.
did it, babe," he whispered, kissing her cheek.
"We did it," she replied, unable to tear her eyes from the infant she was
clutching so tightly. "And you, Lexie," she added. "Thank you. For everything.
You're the best."
waved off the compliment, saying it was no sweat for a delivery this fast and
free of complication.
the next fifteen minutes, as I finished things up, I kept glancing at the three
of them --- father, mother, child --- searching as I always did for that moment, that
origin of family, that flash of absolute belonging.
every birth was different, my search was always the same.
I was done I headed for the door, telling them I would be back to check on
things in just a bit.
guys know the drill," I added, pausing in the doorway to take one more look at
the little family. "If you don't mind, be sure to send
me --- "
photo of the baby. We know," Brie said, laughing. "Don't worry, we will." Out in
the hall, as the door swung shut behind me, I couldn't help but smile. Baby
I reached the nurses' station, three message slips were waiting for me, all from
the same person. As soon as I saw them, my legs grew weak. Sinking into the
nearest chair, I was thankful no one was around at the moment to see my
reaction. I had known this was coming, that this was going to happen sooner
rather than later. Still, that didn't make it any easier.
trembling, I looked at the number as I dialed, even though I knew it by heart.
My old friend and mentor, Sophie, answered on the first ring, blurting out the
words I had expected to hear.
your dad, honey," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "He needs you. It's time
for you to come on home."
Excerpted from THE AMISH MIDWIFE: The Women of Lancaster County, Book 1 © Copyright 2011 by Mindy Starns Clark and Leslie Gould. Reprinted with permission by Harvest House Publishers. All rights reserved.
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