The fact is that we now have a new addition to the family.
I hadn't imagined theatre to be such a busy environment. Each of the dozen or so people seemed to have a role and knew exactly what they were expected to be doing, whereas I was merely able to stand and watch. I was asked to cut the cord, but it was a symbolic gesture; the real cutting had already been done.
There was music, funnily enough. As the newborn was snatched from his mother's belly, Seal's "Kiss from a Rose" played on the radio. The music was turned off after that (to my relief). However, it did seem to beautifully encapsulate this crazy complex world he has arrived into.
Te aroha o te mamae.