Birthing & iphones

 
On this day when the prophesied 3rd generation iPhone will be announced, I wanted to post my thoughts on my sturdy, reliable 1st gen iPhone I use and have used every day since it’s release in the summer of 2007.

Yesterday, in a haze of activity in a home where we have a newborn (part of my story here), I decided i needed to finally mow my lawn for the first time in this season.  Using my handy cathcart jeans, which I seek out as a favorite pant style solely for the purpose of using the tightly integrated side pockets to hold my iPhone, I set out on a borrowed mower since ours is stubbornly not starting at the moment.  At some point yesterday, as we all ran inside to dodge the falling rain, I noted that my iPhone was no longer at my side.  It was late and I was tired, a constant state for me these days, so I gave up the hunt and went to bed.  Today, actually just now, I decided it was time on this sunny morn to have a look around and backtrack where I have been.  Sure enough, there it was, in the middle of my lawn having been driven over more than once I am sure, by my lawn mower.  Amazingly it was never touched by a blade, though likely run over by a tire once or twice.  It lay there all afternoon yesterday, including while it rained.  I now have it charging up as I write this.

This thing had been amazing… I have dropped it at least 300 times if not more.  And it wasn’t until I was in El Salvador last autumn when I dropped it while running down some steps and it flew out of my hands as though I had thrown it that a crack in the screen accured. Since then I have done that same move or similar to it and it is cracked worse. 

I have “loved” this phone deeply; love implying that things we love we use ferevently, like an old dogeared book.

So what about the birthing?

Well, I want to not recommend using your iPhone to listen to music while your wife, or you are performing a REALLY important task, like giving birth. 

Last wednesday the 3rd of June, as my wife was pushing our newborn 3rd child into this world and we were listening to a sublime playlist comprised of native and eastern spiritual tones someone decided to call me… oops.  It was the chiropractor who promised to come into the hospital to adjust my wife while in labor, but the timing was too late and awkward while my wife pushed for this little guys life.  Needless to say I got our music back rather quickly, but still… take my advice… if you are preparing for a birth do one of tow things, use the iPod for that perfect playlist or turn the phone part of your iPhone off, put it in airplane mode!

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