- Published: Friday, April 21, 2017 01:20 PM
- Written by Katie Tyson
She arrived on a wintry Saturday morning, her water broken and the first contraction pains just beginning to mount. Due to circumstance it would be many hours before we met: by then she would be in fulminant labor, our opportunity to establish rapport now limited by time, discomfort, her broken English and my total lack of Mandarin.
As is my custom when meeting new patients, I asked for questions, concerns and hopes. This couple met my inquiry with the familiar wide-eyed stare of first time parents-to-be. But their answer was as earnest as it was unique: could I please deliver their baby before midnight? For then it could be born under the Sign of the Monkey, whose long and apparently lucky celestial reign would come to an end in a few short hours.
Whether through divine or medical intervention, she went on to deliver at 11:53pm. With the help of Google translate - and in our broken but best Mandarin - the nurses and I wished them a Happy New Year as their lucky little girl made her entrance.
But as I handed them their tiny screaming pink reveler, I couldn’t help but think about how ready I was for the reign of our monkey to end.