Birthing Experience

     In my Early Childhood class, I was asked to write about a personal birthing experience.  I have been blessed to have a few experiences so it was hard to choose.  I considered writing about my own.  I have given birth twice and the experience was unbelievable, intense, and something I will hold dear to my heart forever.  I felt to write about these two experiences I would probably have to write a book as there are so many details and emotions felt during this time.  For know I will keep these memories in my heart.

My first birthing experience was the birth of my first niece.  As long as I could remember I wanted to be an Aunt.  I have a great relationship with my Aunts and was excited to try on this role.  My sister – in – law was gracious and excited to share this event with me and the rest of the family.  We got the call she had gone to the hospital and all day were getting updates.  After work, my husband and I headed down to the hospital.  By the time we got there, things were really moving along.  I have never been good at visiting people in the hospital.  In fact, I have become the patient twice while visiting my sister after surgery and then visiting a sick friend in the hospital.  I ended up passing out.  I do not like to see people hurting and in pain.  Well let me tell you the delivery room is not free of people in pain!  My mother – in –law thought it would be special if I could hold the focal point card for my sister-in-law.  All I had to do is stand there holding the beautiful prayer card well my sister-in-law breathed through her contractions.  However, as I had said the delivery room is not free of pain and she was in a lot of pain.  To make things even better my husband her brother thought that the machine that told when a contraction was coming and measured how big it was very interesting.  He stood there telling her you are about to start one and this is a big one.  She had had enough of him and snapped at him I will tell you when I am having one and how big it is!  We laugh about it now.  

I am not feeling well but how can I tell a laboring women I am really not up for holding your focal point anymore?  It was not much later that the doctor came in and said she was ready to start pushing.  I was off the hook as we ended going down to the waiting room.  My poor sister–in-law pushed for three hours.  After three hours of pushing, they took her for a C-section.  We got to go down and meet and hold our beautiful little niece.