Every writer has a unique path to follow. No path is perfect. Most seldom go as planned, but how we handle the bumps and curves along the way will determine how much we enjoy the journey.
On November 24, 2013, my daughter was born. As I prepared for the birth, I used the delivery of my son, who arrived June 14, 2012, as a guideline. I was in
agonizing active labor for 41
hours with my little boy. I spent the first 36 hours at a birth center using
hypnobirthing techniques to manage the pain because I wanted the most natural
experience possible. My contractions went from every five minutes to every ten
minutes. Yes, the opposite of what was supposed to happen and I never dilated
past seven centimeters.
My midwife recommended I go the hospital, get Pitocin, which they couldn’t use to aid in the delivery, and an epidural so I could rest since I was exhausted. My husband wasted no time pulling the car around and we rushed to the hospital. Even with the Pitocin, my body resisted letting my little boy out, but eventually after 15 minutes of pushing he was born.
For the birth of my daughter, we planned to hang out at home with our son until my contractions held steady every five minutes for at least two hours, then we'd head to the hospital where I would promptly get an epidural. No hippie visualization the second time around for me.
Once again, the universe threw a wrench into my plan.
My labor went at warp speed, lasting less than three hours. Contractions never held steady at all. In the last 15 minutes of labor they dropped from ten minutes to four to two. It happened so fast, I never even made it to the hospital and my husband missed it because I told him to take his time getting home from work.
I ended up giving birth to my daughter at home, in the shower, with help from my mother who was visiting all while my son and dog watched. I pushed twice as I told the 911 operator my address and my daughter was born. The umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck. My heart stopped beating until we pulled it off and I heard her cry. I’ve never felt such relief and joy at the same time.
Each child had a vastly different experience coming into this world just as each writer will have a unique journey. Never compare your work or your path to anyone else’s. No matter what bumps or curves you encounter, try to enjoy it.
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