There’s a Time and Place for Everything

A time to give birth, and a time to die.
A time to plant, and a time to uproot.
A time to tear down, and a time to build.
A time to weep, and a time to laugh.

A Time to Be Born

Today! Or tomorrow! Baby! B’ezras Hashem!

Chava Glick

“You look familiar.” The resident, whose name card reads “Resident Physician Dr. Ali,” eyes me uncertainly as he flips through my chart.

It’s 7 a.m., and I’m here for a scheduled induction of my baby, who will be born after long years of waiting.

“Were you ever here before?” Dr. Ali asks.

I think.

“I was here a couple of months ago, when I wasn’t sure if I felt the baby moving. Did I see you then?” As I ask the question, I know that’s not it. I remember the resident who checked me then. She was rather colorful in her hair and her piercings, and this tall, striking, Middle-Eastern gentleman is certainly not her.