"Push... That's it... Keep going... I see the baby's head... Push... Once more... Say hello to your new baby."

The beautiful crys of a newborn, so precious... so prue;

It was was a blessing to be able to help guide this woman through her birthing proccess.

Seeing the patient cry happy tears makes me tear up; 

but it was my job.

"God has blessed me with this atonishing job," I say to my husband as we talk about eachother's day.

"I'm so proud of myself for achieving my goal in becoming an OB/GYN. My dream job."



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