Her water broke …
Clara was rolled into the theatre, with her husband
running behind the nurses, soaked in sweat and splatters of the broken water on
his trouser, it was slimy.
“I’m sorry sir you can’t come in, her blood pressure is
up and she’s almost having a panic attack, she’s gone into labour already”
“No, there’s no way! I have to be there!!!”.
“We’re sorry sir”
Sweat broke out across his face and it looked like he was
the one with the panic attack. He loved her and would give anything to take her
place in that labour room, but of course, that couldn’t happen. Clara couldn’t
take a minute more of the pain but she had insisted on pushing all the way.
She was a nurse and had helped deliver countless kids.
But this was even more painful than she expected.
With her legs spread out and head hurting so badly, she
thought she’d faint, Clara blasted into wild tears.
“I can’t do it doc, I can’t!”
“Ma’am you have to push. The head is already out and this
baby will die if you don’t!”
The doctor’s voice getting more intense and sharp.
Clara began to cry again, she had dreamt many nights
about this baby, her girl, her first baby after five miscarriages.
“Doc, I’m so tired, please, I’m getting really weak”
“Get her husband in here right now”
They didn’t need to call his name a second time before
Jeff came in rushing to her side
“Baby, I’m here”
“It’s too painful!”
“I know my love, and I would give anything to do this for
you, but I can’t”
He began sobbing as she screamed releasing a measure of
the pain on his hands, he could bet blood wasn’t flowing in them at that
moment.
“Arrrrrgghhh”
“Baby, listen to me. For every child, we lost, push!”
“Arrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
“For all the years that went by, baby push!”
“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhh”
“For everyone that laughed at you, push!!!”
“Arrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhh"
“For the joy of having your own child, baby pushhhh!!!!!”
"Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhh”
And for the first time to Clara, she heard a cry that
made her smile, it was the cry of a baby born. Her very own.
Moral Lesson -
You may be young, but you’re not young at all. You may
have tried one thing or the other, or you may not even have a clue where to
start. But there’s a hand holding you right now.
Saying, "you’ve wasted enough time wondering if
you’re good enough, being afraid of the possibility of failure, its time to
push."
You’ve probably been a great part of someone else’s
dream, you’ve helped birth other visions, that's fantastic, but at the end of
the journey, you stand alone on the finish line.
So this is for you:
For everyone that talked you down, push.
For all the times your name was forgotten, push.
For the family that said they won’t support you, push.
For that friend that betrayed you, push.
For the mistakes that try to hunt you, push.
For every time you tried and failed, darling PUSH!
I don’t promise that there’ll be no pain, as a matter of
fact, I guarantee that you would have to cry sometimes, other times, you would
want to give up, and it will look like every bone in your body is breaking into
pieces, but for that dream in your heart, that change you want to make, that
future you saw, IT’S TIME TO PUSH.
People can love you, encourage you, and motivate you, but
when it comes down to the time to push, no two women give birth to one child.
Make your pain useful, turn it into labour pain!
YOU STAND NOW WITH A CHOICE TO MAKE; PUSH OR LET YOUR
BABY DIE WITH HIS HEAD OUT.
PUSH - Pray Until Something Happens
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