The other day, I sat down to document a birth in the medical record. I was still all abuzz inside from witnessing the two kick-ass women I had the privilege of attending that night. It suddenly struck me, the flatness of what I was about to write compared to what actually happened. I get that we have to document in a certain way, and that’s OK. But wouldn’t it be amazing to say what we really see, for each and every birth? Continue reading