parallel universe
when I had a dentist appointment last week, my dentist accidentially hit my lip with one of her scary instruments. it didn't hurt in the slightest, but she still kept apologizing over and over again. this ironically reminded me of giving birth, where I got an episiotomy without anesthetics (and no apologies whatsoever).
I love ben's shockingly accurate description of the birth of his daughter:
It was a wonderful adventure, the way having your legs bitten off by a shark and having to swim 500 miles to an unknown island carrying your amputated legs, and then having them sown back on, is a wonderful adventure. Which is to say... in retrospect. It was Esther, of course, who had to swim carrying her legs; I was in the motorboat next to her shouting encouragement through a megaphone. And then, after reaching the shore and re-attaching her legs, we found that we had landed in a wonderful new country, a country we had always dreamed about, and that waiting there for us was an alien stranger who was the most perfect person in the world, and who we loved with a huge love that held up the sky.
we know the alien stranger quite well by now, but still feel like having entered a parallel universe.
