Dr. Tchabo came to check on my when I was alone in the room with just Sloane. I was actually walking around--trying to get used to my recovering body. I proudly handed Sloane to him and said she was really sweet. He replied that the "Apple does not fall far from the tree. Only sweet mommies get sweet babies." He asked how I was doing and when I wanted to go home. He would have let me stay as long as I wanted because he understood that once I left the hospital--the responsibility of life would hit me hard.
I have such a tenderness for this incredible man. I have loved having babies with him! He supported me through my difficult twin pregnancy and delivered all of my children. He wiped away my postpartum tears, held my hand and always had the precise words to help me feel better. I don't think I have ever met a more positive and happy person and I'm immensely grateful that he has been a part of my life--arguable one of the most powerful and important--the mothering part of my life.
I saw Dr. Tchabo again two weeks after Sloane was born and as with Maeve, I started to cry as soon as he walked into the room. We talked about how I felt and he knew just what to say. My mom was leaving the next day and Jamie had come down with a disgusting case of hand, foot and mouth disease and was in terrible shape. He could not go anywhere near our baby, which meant I was losing my mom and practically my husband at the same time. Sloane was not gaining weight and that almost destroyed me.
Dr. Tchabo held my hand and wiped my tears and told me to 'activate my community' and ask my friends to help! He said where he came from, when the baby was born the community came to you but we have such a different experience here in the DC area. He's right. I felt better after talking to him--I always do. Dr. Tchabo called me later that evening and left a message. He wanted to make sure I was doing okay and that meant everything to me.
