Phew! I know I haven't written in a while, forgive me, it's been that kind of week!
Last week i had the rare opportunity of being present at the birthing of a child.
Nothing in my life compared to that moment!
Let me give you a bit of my history, yeah? Growing up, I had a couple of phobias, but when I got to about age 12, the one my Mom found worrisome was my fear of little children. I was nervous around them, I couldn't carry them, they freaked me out! It went on for years, then it simmered down to nonchalance. My baby sister would happily surround herself with the neighbors' children, they'd all call her "Aunty", me? I was probably doing my nails or watching a movie. I digress. As I got older, little by little the whole "thing" started to fade, and I started to like these little people, then I fell in love with a baby and it broke the jinx!
Phobia gone, but I now started to worry about childbirth. It's definitely not the most glamorous process I know, the pain, the weight gain, the awkward walk???
The whole thing seemed so scary and chaotic. My Ma tried to talk me out of it, but I was still frightened. Anyways, my neighbor got pregnant early in the year, as well as a good friend of mine, so i got a bit of an education.Then, my neighbour graciously invited me to go along with her the day of delivery. This was her 3rd. I had watched this baby for months kick, grow and give her Momma hell, so I figured I might as well be there to see her first!
I anticipated the day, like I was the one giving birth, we agonised over how long it was taking the baby to come forth, then alas! D day!
First, there were the contractions that came and went, and then increased in their frequency. I put my massaging skills to the test!!! We (her, her sister and I ) chatted in-between contractions as women are known to do about serious things and mundane things. Please don't get me started on her fabulous elder sister, that's a whole other post!
Water broke, didn't see that as I had to quickly run to get some chow. Then the contractions came faster and faster, I could barely read my Bible! (yes I own several). Before I knew it, she was taken into the labour room, and amidst huffs, puffs, yells, screams amd prayerful declarations, Michelle came into the world! Screaming!!!
She was a beautiful baby already, all 3.9 kg of her was gorgeous, and as she opened her eyes and looked at me, I got it!
I now know why people have given up careers, dress sizes, looks and even homes for one of these little ones! It's a miracle, sheer beauty! A sign that God still lives and works.its purity in a world filled with hatred and insanity. Its something I cannot explain, but as I looked into clear, unseeing innocent eyes,I thought to myself, "Bring it on, Mr Right! This I can handle!"
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