Erika Haub, Nurse/Widwife
This morning Doug thought our crazy fish was going to give birth again, so he told me to keep an eye on her. Sure enough, things started to progress so I isolated her in a different bowl (a vase I was given in the hospital after Elijah’s birth–appropriate) and she went for it. Of course, she waited until Elijah was fussy and Mercy and Aaron were having a tiff over some toy so it was no small task to deal with her needs as well. Not to mention, I have no affinity for fish tanks and all things related…
So now here I am with a little batch of the tiniest fish I have ever seen! Doug says I need to separate her because she might eat them–yikes!
My friend Ellen was here for a bit and she asked me what we were going to do with all these baby fish and I told her honestly we have no clue. I don’t know if it is my postpartum state or because I have watched the opening “Circle of Life” song from the Lion King too many times on YouTube this week with the kiddos, but I feel attached to these fragile little creatures having helped usher them into the world.