I chuckle at the thought of what women yell or scream out when in the throes of contractions. Mostly observed from scenes on T.V. Mine, perfectly justifiable when my intoxicated mother came into the labor room. “Get her out of here!”
Not a chuckling matter though when my daughter’s labor had gone on for hours. They decided to check on the baby to see if she was under duress. They had put a monitor on what they thought was the baby’s head, “Something’s wrong, get the doctor.” “Something’s wrong,” my daughter managed to yell through her clenched teeth. Indeed there was something wrong. My granddaughter apparently was not ready to come out. She had turned around in the womb at about the time she should have been coming out and was trying to climb upwards. Also, that monitor they thought they were putting on her head was actually on her butt.
My beautiful perfect granddaughter was delivered caesarian that night. As she lay in the nursery and the doctor finished up on her mommy we noticed one of her legs seemed to be lying over too far. They weren’t sure if she was going to need some kind of brace for a while to correct her hip bone or what. My then son-in-law and I went in to gently tell my daughter about the hip/leg issue. As he began to tell her, she again in the same manner as before the birth, yelled out, “There is nothing wrong with my daughter.” “Bring her to me.” “There is nothing wrong with her.” “Bring her to me now.” We all laughed about it today as I re-enacted my daughters scenes.
With God’s blessing there was nothing wrong with her daughter and with God’s continued blessings nothing will ever be wrong with her.