Well, that was something you don’t see around here often. It happened so fast that if I had blinked, I would have missed it. Have I told you about the day I saw a baby being born? Me, just a regular old blood pressure bag, saw the miracle of life happen right before my eyes.
I was just hanging there, minding my own business, when she rolled in. There were two nurses and a lady with her. She was young, and her pretty face wore a twisted mask of pain. The lady hovered over her protectively, a mixture of fear and shock blending together under her eyes. I was expecting one of the nurses to grab me and wrap me around the pretty girl’s arm, but they never did. There was no time.
They quickly worked around her. One of the nurses muttered a count to herself as the other cried “Push!” She only had to say it once before a cry filled the room and a baby was placed on the young girl’s chest. He was such a bitty thing.
| think all of us in the room, human and non, sighed at the same moment. We were so used to the normal triage. We were so used to watching blood flow through tiny tubes here. We were used to the antiseptic smell that kept us sterile. This was such a treat.
I wonder when we will see it again.
This week’s Write on Edge RemembeRED prompt was based on Personification. We were challenged to tell a piece of your story from the point of view of an object who bore witness in 400 words or less. Now, remember that this is memoir so this is not my usual fiction.
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