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Monday, February 01, 2010

The Agony and the Ecstacy

My mother used to say that childbirth hurt like hell, but then it was over and you forgot the pain.

For a full three days after I gave birth I didn't believe her.

After the pain and trauma washed over me like a bloody wave, I never looked back.

The dimly lit room. The hands of strangers clawing at the heart monitors. The firm, steady hand of my husband. My mother massaging my legs. My absent-minded but wise doctor. The incomptent tech. The able young nurse with the timely exortation to "breathe out the pain." And finally, miraculously, unexpectedly, the presentation of a curled up little boy who had been beating out his urgent cry for release.

One year later I remember it all with a thrill.

I'd do it again and more to get you into my arms, into this world.

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Anonymous Johnny said...

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Friday, February 05, 2010

Blogger elphaba said...

Love it!! Well spoken, miss.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010


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