While I sit and wait for my daughter to have her first child, I think of the joy and anticipation and excitement that surrounded her birth. She was late, as her son Aleczander will be, and she was breech (Aleczander is not). Apparently, she decided to do a little flip her last week in her cozy little home and was ultimately delivered by c-section after six hours of labor, dilation to ten, ready to push, my midwife Janine Sacco walks in and screams at the nurses, "This baby is breech, why didn't you call me?" From then on things were a little frantic as Janine got on the phone and called her husband at home, he was my OB, to inform him he had to get off the couch and come to the hospital to deliver this breech baby. When Dr. Sacco arrived he suggested I deliver, he would use forceps. I demanded a c-section to protect my little princess from the probing claws of the forceps. Dr. Sacco was not happy, but a c-section I had and Allison Elizabeth was delivered shortly thereafter on July 13, 1988. She was beautiful, perfect, pink, and 9lbs. 2 oz. That day was the beginning of the fierce protective maternal instinct I have always had for my Allibeth, that I still have today. So when she asked me to coach alongside her wonderful husband Alex, at the birth of their first child, it seemed like a fitting finish, like a perfect way and time to pass the torch of maternal protection from mother to daughter as she ventures into this new life and takes on this new role as a mother.