Talking to her today reminded me of my own experiences, carrying and giving birth to My Tween and The Little Women. It feels like a long time ago, but I remember vividly the wrenching pain of a contraction- the panic of having a first child and thinking, oh crap, what the hell is happening- and realizing that whatever is happening is gonna happen no matter what. For me there was a moment when I was almost out of myself- I don’t know how to explain that any better- but just so focused on the pain, and the seconds until the pain was over. With The Little Woman, my contractions lasted as long as one Hail Mary. Incredible.
The beauty of it all though, is the complete amazement you feel after you have done it all- the pushing and tears, and breathing and freaking out- after all that is done- you have this teeny bit of perfection in your arms. There is nothing like it in this world. I want my dear friend to have that- to hold her baby girl and realize how utterly precious she is. So pray, readers. Please.
I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
