My sister's baby Edith was due on Saturday and we are still just waiting on her. McKenzie said she had some strong contractions this morning and I keep telling her how much I hope little Edi comes today but deep down inside I can think of nothing worse to wish on my sister. For most women, the day they have their child is possibly the most horrible, disgusting, intense, terrifying, painful and wonderful day of their life. I am hating the thought of doing it again and hoping my sister's ordeal will be easier than her first time around.
All of this labor talk reminded me of a blog post I have read several (and bawled my eyes out) times. Jasmine is a former co-worker of mine and an amazing writer. Her son's delivery might have been more agonizing than that of many other women (including my own) but her words create an almost palpable account of the emotions, physical hardship and, ultimately, the joy of labor. Read it.