Ok, I will admit it, the night I went into labor, the hour long drive to Madison felt like an eternity. As my husband tried to concentrate on the road, I chanted the mantra "I can't wait to get in that tub... I can't wait to get in that TUB!" As soon as we arrived, the tub was filled and I knew we had made the right choice. Although some of my memories of that miraculous day feel far away already, our time in the bath remains clear: my dreams of warm water soothing my contractions were realized as my music choices enveloped the room and my every need was attended to by my loving husband and dear friends.
Yes. Dear friends. There were no anonymous doctors and nurses in masks at Tenzin's birth. There were only the people who had taken real time to understand my child and I from a medical standpoint, but also to know our family as human beings. My husband recalls fondly that Aszani had learned how to say hello in Tibetan, and warmly greeted him in his native tongue, "Tashi Delek" the day Tenzin was born.
And since his birth, we have been continually impressed with the care we are still receiving. It was amazing that we could spend the immediate recovery in our own home, with check ups conducted in our bedroom, providing for the best comfort and speediest recovery possible. Oh, but we love returning to the very space where Tenzin first opened his eyes... be it for a check up or an infant massage class. We feel so blessed to have found such a place.