Close to six thirty, the red bovi glowed from their gloved hands inside the OR. The anesthesiologist seated him in a corner chair where the cesarean section commenced straight away. We tried the usual positions from birthing ball to left sims with peanut ball and took turns visiting the bath while the other one sipped slushie and tried to finish a small pelvis birth. Getting to the rink was a race against how long the boys could sit at the table before they burst out another skate and dinner would end with chalk talk and ice cream.
