Part five of a six-part series of excerpts from “Confessions of a Lesbian Dad,” originally published in Confessions of the Other Mother: Non-biological Lesbian Moms Tell All (Ed. Harlyn Aizley. Boston: Beacon, 2006).
[Series intro and backstory here.]
The birth of our child was a lot easier than I thought it would be. On me, that is. It helped a great deal that the birth went fast and without real complication, aided in no small part by Jennifer’s tremendous focus and breath capacity (figures: she’s an opera singer). Lindy, our midwife, quipped, “It looked like you were giving birth to a stick of warm butter.” I had been bracing for anything, since of course that’s what always can happen.