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I'm happy to report that just after noon on Sunday I had the opportunity to field-test a nondescript pair of stainless-steel medical scissors on the umbilical cord of my wife's and my fourth child (and third son). (It worked--one snip, notwithstanding the rather-thick cord; I've had some practice in getting my technique down, you see.) Mother and baby are doing great--she having done it naturally and without anesthetics, displaying a strength and endurance which I find awesome.
The baby was theoretically 5 days late, but, hey, apart from the angst of waiting (while medical folks daily increased the pressure to speed things along chemically--which we didn't want to do if avoidable), I'll take a healthy wife and baby anytime.
The one knife-related bit of news had come a couple of days previously, when my still-very-pregnant wife and I came home after walking miles around the neighborhood in an unsuccessful effort to get labor going. I'd discovered that a good way to vent frustration is by doing some of Dwight McLemore's exercises on an upright pine pole in the backyard, and was taking out my health-concern-related frustrations on the aforesaid pole with a little help from a Bura chiruwa ang khola--ended up decapitating the pine pole with a final adrenalin-enhanced chop, sending the top foot or so sailing off gratifyingly into the night. Quite therapeutic, I tell you--all of you pacing dads-in-waiting may benefit from this. (And, yes, I intend to give the khuk in question to my son someday, when he's a little bigger.)
Anyway, just had to share the good news!
The baby was theoretically 5 days late, but, hey, apart from the angst of waiting (while medical folks daily increased the pressure to speed things along chemically--which we didn't want to do if avoidable), I'll take a healthy wife and baby anytime.
The one knife-related bit of news had come a couple of days previously, when my still-very-pregnant wife and I came home after walking miles around the neighborhood in an unsuccessful effort to get labor going. I'd discovered that a good way to vent frustration is by doing some of Dwight McLemore's exercises on an upright pine pole in the backyard, and was taking out my health-concern-related frustrations on the aforesaid pole with a little help from a Bura chiruwa ang khola--ended up decapitating the pine pole with a final adrenalin-enhanced chop, sending the top foot or so sailing off gratifyingly into the night. Quite therapeutic, I tell you--all of you pacing dads-in-waiting may benefit from this. (And, yes, I intend to give the khuk in question to my son someday, when he's a little bigger.)
Anyway, just had to share the good news!
I am slightly dissapointed you didn't cut the cord with a khukuri, but I guess we can let it slide since you're a proud new papa
Even though it's your fourth the experience is still new and exciting ainnit, some things just never grow old.:thumbup: