I was emailing with a friend of mine, Susan Shulman, a wise therapist, and detailing some of our ups and downs of the past week. She reminded me that in the Victorian era (when the rates of maternal and infant deaths were quite high, if I remember correctly) the proper English lady went through a period called "her confinement" that brought into focus an entire regalia of social etiquette and mannered emotions. My Lady Luciana is now in her confinement as well -- but the way they roll in new-school at Tufts Medical Center, you're in an electrically-powered bed under the observation of a ($4/day) television screen, and subjected to arduous tests on baby vitality three times a day. Not so restfull.
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