At the point in labor when waves of pain washed over each other with hardly any space between them to rest, I turned to my husband and said, “I want a break, just to catch my—” And then I had to stop and focus on the next contraction.
He said right in my ear: You’re close. You can do this. When the baby’s here, everything stops and you get your break.
Down under the intense wave, I’d temporarily forgotten that there was a shore to reach. His reminder felt like a lifeline. I pictured the little person I’d been carrying with me for months, told myself that every tight, painful moment got me closer to actually meeting her.
And soon, there she was, a warm miracle with a peaceful face—a tiny, beautiful confirmation that sometimes discomfort is a message to keep going, you’re so close to what you want most.