So, I was in the Polish hospital a little over a year ago. I was 29 weeks pregnant with my son, lying in the hospital with the contraction monitor on my belly for hours at a time, eventually receiving a raging, itchy rash from that contraption.
And sure enough that annoying machine was jumping up and down like crazy. I was having contractions, so I was given something to stop those suckers.
Yes. Contractions. I know them well.
Let’s continue with this contracting belly baby named Maxwell and how he loved to cause pain.
It’s still a little over a year ago and I actually made it from 29 weeks to 34 weeks. Thirty-four painful weeks and my mom and I are watching my belly.
“Oh, look at Maxwell. He’s so funny.” And my belly would move and turn and slide and then stop.
Hmmm. That’s weird. Oh, wait. There he goes again.
Well, this became a pattern. Now, please keep in mind that I do have a 6-year-old daughter, but 6 years is a LONG time to forget about contractions. Apparently so is 5 weeks, because I didn’t even remember from my 29th week of pregnancy.
Needless to say, I wind up in the hospital just halfway through my 34th week and the doctors decide that it’s time for my bum moon to shine, in a room full of 6 other preggo women, and that’s where they give me a shot—on my bum moon.
Let me also say, the shot hurt. Did I mention that I was in a hospital room, on a bed, in a gown and there were 6 other very afraid pregnant ladies there with me?! Yep.
Full moon…Full shot…Full pain…Full hollering.
The nurse looked and me and said, “Oh, now. That wasn’t bad.”
And I replied, “Nie, straszny! Straszny!” Basically, “No! It was horrible! Horrible!”
She just chuckled, as I once again hid my big ol’ bum moon, while she left.
The contractions, however, were not impeded by the shot from Hades, and so I delivered my baby just a half a day later.
Well. If I thought the contractions were bad at 7 minutes apart, I was in for a really big surprise later during the day.
At first, after my water broke, I told my husband who was watching the monitor, “Hey! Let me know if a big one is coming.”
Because he then became the sportscaster of Team Contractions and would holler out each time he saw it rise, “A big one is coming!”
“I KNOW a big one is coming!” I would holler back! “Don’t you think I can FEEL it?!”
The air was tense…he thought his job was fun. And I was at the point where I thought I was going to DIE. Literally. Die. And here is my husband in no pain watching a monitor yelling, “A big one is coming!”
Needless to say, he was quickly FIRED from that job. I put him to work getting me ice, getting me a cool head cloth, hand feeding me the ice, getting me the puke bucket, finding me pain drugs, and so forth.
In hindsight—he was an angel.
And eventually the contractions led to the game winning push! Twelve to be exact. Twelve devilishly painful pushes that popped us out a baby!
And quickly all contractions were forgotten.
And then the world seemed right. And peaceful. And perfect.
Those contractions, they gave us a gift. And that gift is our son.
Life is sometimes like those contractions. Big and painful. Often we wonder if we are going to make it through moments in our day or moments in our lives.
And contraction after contraction is upon us. Seemingly endless. And there are people all around shouting—“It’s a big one!”
Exhaustion sets in. There is no doubt in your mind that this is the most painful experience of your life. And you are ready to quit.
To throw in the towel. Kaput with it. No more.
And then the worst of it comes upon you. And you unbelievably know that you will.not.survive.
But you do.
And, in the wake of all that was painful, you are given something precious.
It’s called life.
A chance to begin again.
Like a newborn. Except with experience.
A new day rises before you and you know that you can conquer it because you just survived the most painful experience of your life.
Contractions. Big ones. Labor. Labor that was accompanied by pain. Lots of it.
But you made it through. And now. Now it’s your turn.
Cradle your new beginnings and go to sleep, looking forward to a new tomorrow. You deserve it.
4 thoughts on “Life. It’s one big contraction.”
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thanks monika! so much love sent to ya. when i return in march, we’ll have to have an isop ladies day 🙂 xoxoxo b
that is the most “purple” baby I have ever seen! love the story!
yep 🙂 doctor had to beat him to get him to start crying/breathing. i guess it’s a typical start to the life of max…breathing has never been his best friend, eh? thanks for reading!!! hugs, b