Attention Please, this writeisnotintendedfor children.
My labor started at three thirty in the morning, I
was as excited as a child on Christmas morning
I got up, showered, put makeup on, styled my hair, I
was going to look glamorous giving birth, we would
cherish this romantic day in our thoughts and
heart's forever, when I presented him with his first
son, I would become the most wonderful woman who everwalkedthefaceofthe earth.
I was meet at the entrance to the labor and
delivery ward by a large, stern looking nurse,
who informed me that things would get a lot
worse, before they got any better, not exactly
the greeting I had in mind, she suggested
this wouldn't be a walk in the park, how rude,
she must be a bitter old maid who was jealous
of young mothers and their baby's, this later proved tobeaninaccurate assumption.
The pains were getting stronger and to add
Insult to injury, I was shaved with a flint rock
from what must have come from a two million
year old quarry, I should have been anesthetized for
such a painful procedure, but no mercy was shown
me, I was given no time to recover from this
barbaric procedure before having what must have
been, a ten gallonenema,injected intomy colon.
Burning like fire from being flint stoned, sure my
pregnant belly would explode before I could
reach the facilities, pains now at a level for morphine
I was given nothing but another roll of tissue, near
fainting, I was at last allowed to get into bed, a bed
that would transport me to hades, where not even a
droplet of water would be given me, let alone anything
to quell what now was horrendous pain, I thought
back to the compassionate nurse who had first greeted
me with a kind warning, I Should have run away like Simba andnevercame back.
I know now why Father's were kept out of the labor
rooms back in the day, it was to keep their wives
from killing them, a deep dislike for my spouse came
over me, he wasn' t handsome or charming and his smile only angered me now, don't touch me ever again don't youcare thatI'm dying? and no one here will
help me, hubby had tears in his eye's now, and I
found myself trying to comfort him, his tears had spared hislifeforthe moment.
My sister who had six children assured me, my pain would stop once delivery of the baby began,
that sounded wonderful to me, so I started waging
a campaign to be taken immediately into the delivery
room, my pleas fell on deaf ears, I couldn't comprehend
such cruelty coming from medical professionals, hadn't
they took an oath not to stand by idly and watch someone die? what had been moans now became gut wrenching screams, which at long last brought an injectionthatshutmeupfor a while.
After my pleas to be taken to delivery failed, I
continued whaling at the top of my lungs, which
I now knew would bring me a token of relief, in
the form of an injection, I cried out for someone
to euthanize me and end this agony, but that
also fell on deaf ears, so I kept screaming and
the shots kept coming, along with some disgusted
looks from the nursing staff, whom I'm sure, were
so brave they must have given birth on their lunch
break, then finished working their shift, caring for cowardslike me. v I saw the masochist, aka, the doctor every couple of hours, at which time he would insert a
gloved finger into both front and back orifices,
while pushing down on my stomach hard enough
to have shot the baby out the door and down the
corridor, in the valley of the shadow of death
I promised myself, if I made it through this death defying ordeal, NEVER, would I see the inside of a labor room again.
I began to feel pressure that went way beyond
the placement of a speculum being adjusted
for a pelvic exam, finally, my pleas to be taken
to the delivery room was granted, my sister had
given me some false information about the pain
ending at this point, my body was now being
ripped open from the inside out, this must be
the end of the road for me, a gas mask over my face,carried meawaytoblessed nothingness.
A six pound, nine ounce boy was placed
in my arms, not just any baby boy, this was
our baby boy, the most beautiful, wonderful
baby that had ever been born, I looked over
at my husband, the most handsome man on
the planet, here I'am blessed beyond measure
pain, what pain? oh those little cramps, I don't
even remember them, I thanked the wonderful
doctor and nurses who had treated me so
kindly, and in the back of my mind, I started planning ournextblessed event.