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-Titulo Original : Baby Catcher Chronicles Of A Modern Midwife
-Fabricante :
Scribner
-Descripcion Original:
An inspiring collection of birth stories by a charming midwife.Each time she knelt to “catch” another wriggling baby-nearly three thousand times during her remarkable career-California midwife Peggy Vincent paid homage to the moment when pain bows to joy and the world makes way for one more. With every birth, she encounters another woman-turned-goddess: Catherine rides out her labor in a car careening down a mountain road. Sofia spends hers trying to keep her hyper doctor-father from burning down the house. Susannah gives birth so quietly that neither husband nor midwife notice until theres a baby in the room. More than a collection of birth stories, however, Baby Catcher is a provocative account of the difficulties that midwives face in the United States. With vivid portraits of courage, perseverance, and love, this is an impassioned call to rethink technological hospital births in favor of more individualized and profound experiences in which mothers and fathers take center stage in the timeless drama of birth. Review Anne Lamott author of Operating Instructions Baby Catcher is a celebration of life, a book of beautiful and passionate stories of birth -- and the mothers, fathers, families, and friends who assisted -- told by a midwife devoted to more tender and natural childbirth. This is an inspiring, important book.Publishers Weekly A page-turner. About the Author Peggy Vincent became a licensed midwife specializing in home births in 1980, after fifteen years as a delivery room nurse, ten years as a natural childbirth teacher, and three years as the director of the first alternative birth center in the East Bay. Five years later, she became the first completely independent nurse midwife to be granted hospital privileges in the Berkeley area. Vincent lives in Oakland, California, with her husband and teenage son. Visit her online at BabyCatcher . Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One: You Have to Lie DownSEPTEMBER 1962DUKE UNIVERSITY, DURHAM, NORTH CAROLINAPlease lie down, I begged Zelda. Please. Wearing nothing but a shiny coat of sweat, the young black woman stood upright on her hospital bed, stomping from the lumpy pillow to the foot rail and then back again. For the past fifteen minutes shed been running laps on top of her bed, towering four feet above me as I raced along the floor with my arms outstretched in the futile hope that I might catch her if she fell.Its against the rules to do that, I whined, aware of how prissy and juvenile I sounded, but I was just a student nurse, and Id be in trouble if I couldnt control this crazy pregnant woman. I tried another line of reasoning. You might hurt yourself, not to mention your baby. Yeah, that sounded better. But she wasnt buying it.Moaning, she sped to the head of the bed, tromped on the pillow with her callused feet, and grimaced as another labor pain began. Shaking her head from side to side, she banged on the wall with her thin hands. I watched the line of her vertebrae sway like beach grass in the wind while she dealt with the pain.Lordy, lordy, sweet Jeeeesus, help me, Lord. Yes, Lord, stay with me and guiiiiide me. Mmm-hmm, yes, yes, sweet baaaaaby Jesus. Umm-hmmm... As the contraction wound down, she murmured, Thank you, thank you.She was twenty-two, in labor with her third child, and so skinny I could see the tendons in her arms and the sharp angles of bones in her face. Even with her belly sticking out in front, her hipbones jutting beneath the brown skin were easily visible. I saw the babys knobby heels and elbows moving just below the surface of Zeldas taut abdomen. It was the only part of her that was big. It looked as though the child in her womb had drained all the nutrition out of her body and into its own, like sand in an hourglass moving from one chamber to another.Short of tackling her, I didnt think I could convince her to lie down, so I pulled
-Fabricante :
Scribner
-Descripcion Original:
An inspiring collection of birth stories by a charming midwife.Each time she knelt to “catch” another wriggling baby-nearly three thousand times during her remarkable career-California midwife Peggy Vincent paid homage to the moment when pain bows to joy and the world makes way for one more. With every birth, she encounters another woman-turned-goddess: Catherine rides out her labor in a car careening down a mountain road. Sofia spends hers trying to keep her hyper doctor-father from burning down the house. Susannah gives birth so quietly that neither husband nor midwife notice until theres a baby in the room. More than a collection of birth stories, however, Baby Catcher is a provocative account of the difficulties that midwives face in the United States. With vivid portraits of courage, perseverance, and love, this is an impassioned call to rethink technological hospital births in favor of more individualized and profound experiences in which mothers and fathers take center stage in the timeless drama of birth. Review Anne Lamott author of Operating Instructions Baby Catcher is a celebration of life, a book of beautiful and passionate stories of birth -- and the mothers, fathers, families, and friends who assisted -- told by a midwife devoted to more tender and natural childbirth. This is an inspiring, important book.Publishers Weekly A page-turner. About the Author Peggy Vincent became a licensed midwife specializing in home births in 1980, after fifteen years as a delivery room nurse, ten years as a natural childbirth teacher, and three years as the director of the first alternative birth center in the East Bay. Five years later, she became the first completely independent nurse midwife to be granted hospital privileges in the Berkeley area. Vincent lives in Oakland, California, with her husband and teenage son. Visit her online at BabyCatcher . Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter One: You Have to Lie DownSEPTEMBER 1962DUKE UNIVERSITY, DURHAM, NORTH CAROLINAPlease lie down, I begged Zelda. Please. Wearing nothing but a shiny coat of sweat, the young black woman stood upright on her hospital bed, stomping from the lumpy pillow to the foot rail and then back again. For the past fifteen minutes shed been running laps on top of her bed, towering four feet above me as I raced along the floor with my arms outstretched in the futile hope that I might catch her if she fell.Its against the rules to do that, I whined, aware of how prissy and juvenile I sounded, but I was just a student nurse, and Id be in trouble if I couldnt control this crazy pregnant woman. I tried another line of reasoning. You might hurt yourself, not to mention your baby. Yeah, that sounded better. But she wasnt buying it.Moaning, she sped to the head of the bed, tromped on the pillow with her callused feet, and grimaced as another labor pain began. Shaking her head from side to side, she banged on the wall with her thin hands. I watched the line of her vertebrae sway like beach grass in the wind while she dealt with the pain.Lordy, lordy, sweet Jeeeesus, help me, Lord. Yes, Lord, stay with me and guiiiiide me. Mmm-hmm, yes, yes, sweet baaaaaby Jesus. Umm-hmmm... As the contraction wound down, she murmured, Thank you, thank you.She was twenty-two, in labor with her third child, and so skinny I could see the tendons in her arms and the sharp angles of bones in her face. Even with her belly sticking out in front, her hipbones jutting beneath the brown skin were easily visible. I saw the babys knobby heels and elbows moving just below the surface of Zeldas taut abdomen. It was the only part of her that was big. It looked as though the child in her womb had drained all the nutrition out of her body and into its own, like sand in an hourglass moving from one chamber to another.Short of tackling her, I didnt think I could convince her to lie down, so I pulled
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