Contraction! I am doubled over in visceral pain, trying to catch my breath. Now what happened to those breathing exercises, when you need them. I am huffing and puffing, though I don’t resemble the big bad Wolf in any way.
All I feel is the pain that knife’s through me as if my insides would be turned out and I would be rendered to pieces.
It hits again. Another big contraction. In waves, without stopping. I feel battered and almost out of my mind.
This is the labour room and a true definition of the word labour. This is hard work in all it’s beauty, pain and glory. This is nature in one of it’s finest moments. Arrgh!
I want to rise from this infernal bed and run away as fast as I can. As though running away would leave the pain behind.
Nope! This is the real deal. No longer any imitation in the name of Braxton Hicks. He is ready to say ‘Hello Mama‘ and I can’t wait to see him as well, that is if these contractions don’t kill me first.
I try not to swear as a bear down. I wouldn’t like the first words my baby gets to hear from me to be; ‘Damn Contractions!’
Well that was fun to write. Linda thank you for taking me down memory lane with your prompt. I couldn’t think of anything else once I saw the word ‘contraction.’
Have a lovely weekend good people.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha