Waiting to Be Filled Childrens’ Hospital Rotation – 1978

Waiting to Be Filled Childrens’ Hospital Rotation – 1978

The call came in the middle of a busy night as we worked on a floppy baby with high fever, a croupy toddler whose breathing squeezed and squeaked, a pale adolescent transfusing due to leukemia bleeding. It was an anencephalic baby just born, unexpected, unwanted in a hospital across town, and she needed a place…

Delivered by a Storm

Delivered by a Storm

Your rolling and stretching had grown quiet that stormy winter night, but no labor came as it should. A long ten days overdue post-Christmas, you clung to amnion and womb, not yet ready to emerge. Then the northeast wind blew more wicked and the snow flew horizontal, landing in drifting piles, the country roads impassable,…

Birthing Art

Birthing Art

We are told that in the beginning, God brought something out of nothing. Out of silence and darkness, out of ponderous expectation, came forests, waterfalls, and antelopes. We are then told something more amazing—that humankind bears a unique likeness, endowed with the Creator’s ability. In my day-to-day life, I doubt this to be true, until…