<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… the next morning, I check into the obstetrics suite we’ve reserved … space for our guards without intruding … Kimmie comes along and Tangie does the initial checks … dilation is starting …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “She’s going to come fast, Tangie. Today. I’m guessing 12 hours at most. And before you ask, I’m feeling fine and so is the fetus. My body is manufacturing an excess of oxytocin and channeling that to my cervix and I’m letting the muscles relax and stretch. An interesting pain I expect.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… lay back and feel my adrenals and special muscle do what they do in times like this … interesting to observe and allow this … cradle my daughter and hold Kimmie’s hand as I dilate … she’ll either go though this or have a Caesarean … the doctors aren’t sure whether her adrenals will be up to the need and are still discussing whether to assist the natural process or plan for thew section … Foresight only tells me that Kimmie and her child will choose when the time comes three months from now …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Are you feeling this Kimmie? Do you think your womb is connecting to your lymphatic system so that it can do this same thing? Look as deep as you wish babe, I believe you can help the connection if you start now but I can’t show you want it is. Mine was always there or there since I started ovulating.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… relax and Tangie measures the dilantion and announces we need to move to the birthing suite … do what I must to move to the gurney and then to the bed that makes it easier for the doctors and perhaps the mothers to deliver babies … myu focus is inside me with Isis and Kimmi along for the ride … I can’t tell if Isis is with Kimmie’s baby …<br/><br/>… and we’re not in the birthing suite long when I feel the first contraction …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Oh wow Kimmie! Are they ready? Isis is eager! I could feel her move into position!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… with a little coaching from Tangie, I start the breathing pattern we’d practiced … and finally appreciate synchronizing that with the contractions … my whole body is doing this one thing and I do what I can to let it happen … feel Isis slide down with each contraction … crown … and then inexorably press out … the doctor speaks encouraging words … and soon our baby is resting on my chest with her tiny mouth near my engorged nipple … umbilicus still attached and it will remain until the placenta too is pushed out … my arm gently ‘round her tiny form … the doctor informs us she’s a girl … I manage to not laugh …<br/><br/>… Isis has been quiet for awhile … I can sense that she has so much to pay attention to … she’s building new connections between her fundamental awareness and all the information flowing into her brain from her nerves now exposed to the air … her eyes are closed and her breathing steady …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Isn’t she beautiful Kimmie?”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and so a while later we’re back in the hospital bed and I’m drinking lots of water and Isis is learning to suckle … cradle her …her hand reaches out into space as her suckling ceases … distracted… a vague thought …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Kimmie, she’s reaching for her sister. Offer your finger for her to hold.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Isis tiny hand closes around Kimmie’s finger … she returns to suckling with a vigor more than before … can feel her tiny spark again …<br/><br/>… yet she is separate … my Insight rests upon her for her to take as before she was outside … and now she touches it yet doesn’t accept it fully as she did before … she’s a separate person now and has new responsibilities for herself and apparently for her sister … her grip on Kimmie’s finger doesn’t relax even when she stops nursing and sleeps … when Kimmie needs to walk away, the letting go seems reluctant yet understanding … and her next chance to touch Kimmie is both a relief and a growth … these two sisters are going to be a mystery to us … and it grows by the moment …</em></span></span><br/>