The great memory of the birth of my first child.
My mother realized that she forgot her camera. I was dilated to 5 so we decided that she hat time to run home to get it. The father was tired from the drive so he went to lay down for a while, which was perfect as I just wanted to be alone. Soon the nurse came in to check me, I was dilated to 7 then. She said it will still be a while, and if I needed anything to pull the cord.
So as I sit in the whirlpool tub, trying to stay calm, I felt an incredible urge to push, ouch! This was starting to get worse now and seconds later the feeling came again, this time I couldn’t help it my body was bearing down. I grabbed the cord and began to pull as if my life depended on it. I also started yelling my daughter’s fathers name. By the time the nurse came in and helped me out of the tub I placed my hand between my legs as I felt like I was going to drop her out of me, which my dear readers was not far from the truth. I got to the bed just in time. They pushed my legs up to my chest and told me to push. There was dad with his hands in his pockets. I begged for juice or water, as my tongue was sticking to the roof of my mouth, out of fear I’m sure. I pushed I think three times, and yes folks at this point I did scream, the birth was all natural. Then they told me to stop, were they serious, the head was out, just pull I thought. Then finally another push was permitted. There she was, and in one breath, the pain was gone, contractions and all.
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More tears and lots of hugs later, we just enjoyed the moment. Thinking now, years later (14 to be exact) that was one of the most precious moments in my memory as it is the last time my sister, our mother, myself, and my daughter were together, truly happy. Years go by and lives change, I will relish this special moment forever.
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