Each woman is unique, her belly a different size and shape, her skin a different texture, her vagina a different size and elasticity. Each woman has her own concerns, worries, expectations, hopes. Together, we talk about the future, her health, the health of her child. Our relationship extends beyond monthly visits, beyond the experience of childbirth. I am not here to control my patients or their bodies; I am here to teach. I minister to more than just the physical: I guide emotionally and spiritually as well. Women of all ages, all ethnicities, all backgrounds come to me and I teach them to own their bodies, to love themselves and care for themselves and to be unafraid. When the time comes, I sooth them and pet them, and reach my fingers between their legs to feel the dilation and the small head ready to emerge. I suffer with them through the pain and pushing, but we relax and let mother nature have control. I hold the screaming infant in my arms for a moment, then quickly pass him to his mother, who, with tears and smiles, guides his eager mouth to her breast. The scene is idyllic, and I sigh contented.

I fall in love with all of my patients.