Everything in me wanted to be done. It had been an hour of pushing and repositioning. This being my first delivery, I really had no idea how much longer it could go. Panic set in; my heart raced and sweat broke out on my brow.
Sensing the change in my attitude, the nurse began to cheer me on.
“OK, Melissa, just keep breathing. You’re almost done. You’re doing great. Just one more push.”
The tightening of my stomach told me another contraction was starting. I nodded my head, lowered my chin, and thought about how badly I wanted to see my son.
“1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8. Breath! Again. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8.”
In the final moments of the contraction, desperation set in and I pushed with all my might. I did not want to go through another contraction; this needed to be the end.
Today I’m posting over on Ungrind.org’s blog Fresh Brew! Click over to discover how I found the endurance to make that final push…