Swineherdess Number 2 came early Christmas Eve morning. The midwife barely made it in time. It was such a close thing that I roused Swineherdess Number 1 to serve as an extra pair of hands in case I had to catch the babe. She was fascinated, giggly, and completely undisturbed by her mother’s travails. I take this as a sign that the female lack of empathy has some utility.
It wasn’t a silent night, but it was mostly calm, and all looks bright for mother and child.