Showing posts from March, 2012

Granny Has A Midwife Crisis

Back in the day when I was having babies, there was no such thing as cellphones, digital cameras and facebook. Even owning a video camera and/or VCR was only reserved for the most high tech people. (And my children are not yet thirty.)

In the final weeks of pregnancy, part of the preparations included ensuring you had a roll of quarters so that after the birth, the father could walk down to the end of the hall and use a payphone to make the big announcement. The first call the new dads usually made was to their mother.  That was the honour of being Grandma.

Over the years, I've witnessed changes to technology, society, the design of the hospital. I'm not sure if hospitals are the same everywhere, but here in our town, babies are no longer born in small institutional-looking rooms that try to accommodate Daddy in a corner with perhaps a rolling chair for accessories. No, todays mothers have a birthing unit. A large almost homey room with a fridge, TV, private phone and second …