Replicate and share

As a child I learned how to speak. The sounds I heard my parents produce helped to form coherent thought patterns in which to relate with the world around me. No, yes; good, bad; dog, cat; hot, cold; all sounds that came to mean something to a normal human being. I replicated their sound and shared.

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Baby Day! (Act I)

2.9.12 - 11:45pm Jenny wakes me up with, "I think my water broke!" I groggily look over at her and ask, "Are you sure?" "Yeah, pretty sure", she says. "What time is it?" I ask her. "11:45". "What? Uhg." I had gotten about two and a half hours of sleep by this time, having gone to bed early to try and kick my oncoming head cold. "Did you call Katie?" Katie is our birthing companion, whom we took HypnoBirthing courses with months earlier. "I am going to now", Jenny tells me. "Do you want to go to the hospital?" "No, let's just see what happens. Go back to sleep." I promptly fall back asleep, but hear her stirrings through dreams of a strange birth in which the baby is born in a tub and no one at the hospital cares. I hear snippets of a conversation on the phone, the tub water running, a hair dryer blowing, a shower, and repeatedly telling the dog, Dante, to go back to bed when he wined because Jenny was in a different room.

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