2003-06-19 - 11:53 a.m.
mimi smartypants wrote this today; I'm convinced she lifted it out of my brain.
1. In today's first-person shooters, when you take damage you literally take damage, usually a big bloody shoulder wound or something like that. I am a fan of the old-skool type of damage indicator, like a little scroll bar with life force ebbing away, or your avatar becoming flickering and insubstantial, or best of all, becoming small (eg, SuperMario). It is more in keeping in how I personally feel, in real life, when I sustain (psychic) damage.
Exactly, mimi. E-fucking-xactly.
2003-06-19 - 9:03 a.m.
Baby Guerin, possibly the most loved child ever, was born yesterday at 7:25 p.m. PST.
As labor progressed over 13 hours, we held Momma, massaged her, counted with her, sang Sarah MacLachlan with her. I felt as if we were part of a clan, bound together by hope for child and mother. Momma took a small sedative about eight hours in, but no other drugs.
We were still in the room when, at about 6:45, the baby's head crowned. We were sent out for fifteen minutes while shoulders and hips emerged, but afterwards, were right back in. Her placenta was still intact. The umbilical cord had not yet been severed. This was not Discovery Channel, folks, this was real, with rivets of blood and urine, screaming and pain. And I have never witnessed anything so beautiful. In the same hospital where five of my vertebrae were fused together, where my mother vomited away her cancer, a healthy, wanted child was born to a much-loved friend.
Momma and baby are fine. Thank you, world.
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