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As I watched, I worried, even though I knew they wouldn't have sent it to me if it wasn't going to come out well. How long is she going to have to push that way? Is the calf going to live? When's the afterbirth going to come out and is it going to be gross? (I won't even begin to describe that.) I wondered if I was a total wimp for being so terrified about the whole thing. But I decided I wasn't. I suppose if I saw it a hundred times a year I might get hardened to it. But I bet not. It was great to see a birth done on the cow's own time. And it was beautiful, and shocking, and awesome, and frightening. Because birth is about shock and awe. Whether you're watching it or doing it, it isn't for the faint of heart. I could see a thousand calves being born, and I don't think that would ever change. Oh, I wonder if the ranchers among you will think I'm a wimp, but it's okay if you do, I don't mind. I'm an imaginary cowgirl after all. But I have given birth, nothing imaginary about that. I did my time in that alternate reality. Shock and awe, ladies and gentlemen, no doubt about it.