Delivering is a baby is not the most fun you will ever have. In fact, it is one of the hardest jobs you will ever have. But there is nothing worth having that doesn’t come without struggle.
For the first time this year I was on the other side of the delivery table. I was next to it, not on it. I was
supporting a young woman who was about to give birth to her first child. I know what it feels like on there but I didn’t know what it felt like having to stand next to someone about to give birth. There is a big difference.
Honestly I wanted to get in her head and tell her not to fight. I tried my best to tell her than right at the moment every feeling she was feeling was her best friend, a helper come to get her through. I tried to say welcome the pain but she kept fighting.
Eventually the baby came but it cost alot. It cost the life of the second child we never knew was there. Ultrasounds had never picked up this little girl that would have been the size of her screaming brother. It was a miracle that he was even seven pounds. The mother had been living in terrible conditions for many months. Many times she had nothing but water to drink, yet her prayers were answered and God gave her a healthy child.
I wanted to learn a lesson from the experience. One it brought to reality what one aspect of my purpose is…to be a spiritual midwife helping woman transition through the stages of life. Another lesson I learned, was to fight the pain, to push it away rather than welcome it, kills the gift.