I remember looking down at my belly just a few days before I went into labor realizing that I had to somehow deliver this baby out of me. Those of you who have been there, know exactly what I mean. I just didn’t think I had it in me to handle labor after nine long months of pregnancy. Everyone can relate to this feeling though. Doesn't it always seem like you are the most worn out when it's time for the hardest part of making your dreams come true?
I had done everything I could to prepare for my birthing experience. I'd taken Lamaze classes and learned about a process for breathing and pushing. This method was designed to help me to cope with the stress of giving birth. I was taught what to do when the pressure of a contraction came - instead of screaming, hollering or losing my mind - just breathe.
I felt my first contraction on a Sunday evening. I was taken to Grace Hospital, in Detroit, and after about 17 hours of labor my doctor told me that I wasn't able to deliver the baby naturally. The baby was too big for my small frame. I had spent all that time pushing with no results. I was past the point of physical, emotional and mental exhaustion!
My Sister worked at the hospital, so my birthing experience had become somewhat a public show. In addition to family members, there must have been at least twenty of my sister's coworkers in the delivery room. The crowded stirred in disappointment and concern as they rolled the gurney in to take me to the operating room for a c-section. All of these people had all waited to witness the delivery and now they were giving up on me.
My sister was the only one, who would not give up. She stood over me with her hands on her hip. She had a determined look on her face as she explained, “Kim if you have a c-section now, you will be in twice the pain." She told me that if I have the baby surgically removed, I would have to heal from the pain of labor because I had been pushing so long and from the operation too. She pleaded with the doctors to give me one more time to push. She really believed deep down that I could do it. I started to believe I could too.
I only had one chance left. Everyone stood around in anticipation. I waited and suddenly the next contraction came. I breathed in and out...and I found the resolve deep within to push one more time. I prayed. I breathed in and out. I pushed. And then something miraculous happened - my daughter was born.
The promise of reaching your goal and changing your life is like the promise of a baby that is growing inside of a woman. Often your dream is bigger than you even imagined. It is common to think you don’t have what it takes to handle the pain of seeing it all the way through. Everyone who started out cheering for you starts to give up. The pain increases. The stress increases. The fear of failure increases. You feel overwhelmed as you continue to try and deliver something so big.
I am a witness that you can do it. Keep praying and keep pushing...don't give up. Your dreams can come true. Trust the process. You are almost there...P.U.S.H.
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