The night lingered past 2 a.m. then faded with the turning season. No school for Max, since he's in Ft. Wayne with out me. Things were calm to start, babies of course but no sections or torn episiotomies or squeezed by forceps heads. By the second loop around the shift, the iodine and mag sulfate and desire for felt confections completely unnerved me, and the race to deliver the last twin, a sweet baby girl was on.
