First thought on Tumblr [here]
I always thought that witnessing my first normal vaginal delivery would have me all overwhelmed with emotion and I'll come back to write pages and pages of emotional rant. But I didn't, nor was I overwhelmed with emotion.
I witnessed a miscarriage first, the abortus in little cup. She didn't even know she was pregnant. Next came a postpartum haemorrhage, and then finally a delivery.
There was a baby coming out of the woman and all I thought of was "Hmm... I see... Interesting...". Next delivery? Same thoughts.
Later on that day I couldn't help but accuse myself of being a detached, emotionless, cold-hearted excuse of a human being. I just saw what could've been a person contained in a little plastic cup, and new life emerge into this wretched place. And went out for ice-cream afterwards. Vanilla, in case you were wondering.