#9 Noah's Homecoming, Part 1
As a father, I can remember being handed the scissors to cut the umbilical cord when our first child, Juliana, was born two and a half years ago. As a young physician in training, I would hand off the scissors to the new dad who was excited to be involved in the delivery process. Everything was different with Noah's birth on June 9th. I was escorted to meet my wife who had just received her epidural. I thought to myself, I've been in this room before. I can smell my surgical mask and the sterile operating field. At the front of the room an anesthesiologist looked over his monitors and then greeted me to sit at my wife's shoulder. Yes, I had been in the operating room before, but not like this. As I looked into Jana's piercing green eyes, I could read the emotion and fear but wanted to remain calm and know my place. When I was in this room before, it would be me along with an attending physician. I would use surgical retractors and anticipate the next step a