It Is TIME To PUSH

Her water broke…

Clara was rolled into the theatre, with her husband running behind the nurses, soaked
in sweat and splatters of the broken water on his trouser, it was slimy.

“I’m sorry sir you can’t come in, her blood pressure is up and she’s almost having a
panic attack, she’s gone into labour already”

“No, there’s no way! I have to be there!!!” “We’re sorry sir”

Sweat broke out across his face and it looked like he was the one with the panic attack. He loved her and would give anything to take her place in that labour room, but of course, that couldn’t happen. Clara couldn’t take a minute more of the pain but she had insisted on pushing all the way. She was a nurse and had helped deliver countless kids. But this was even more painful than she expected. With her legs spread out and head hurting so badly she thought she’d faint, Clara blasted into wild tears.

“I can’t do it doc, I can’t!”
“Ma’am you have to push. The head is already out and this baby will die if you don’t!” The doctor’s voice getting more intense and sharp. Clara began to cry again, she had dreamt many nights about this baby, her girl, her first baby after five miscarriages.

“Doc, I’m so tired, please, I’m getting really weak”
“Get her husband in here right now” They didn’t need to call his name a second time before Jeff came in rushing to her side.

“Baby, I’m here”
“It’s too painful!”
“I know my love, and I would give anything to do this for you, but I can’t” He began sobbing as she screamed releasing a measure of the pain on his hands, he could bet blood wasn’t flowing in them at that moment.

“Arrrrrgghhh”
“Baby, listen to me. For every child we lost, push!”
“Arrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
“For all the years that went by, baby push!”
“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhh”
“For everyone that laughed at you, push!!!”
“Arrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh”
“For the joy of having your own child, baby
pushhhh!!!!!”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhh”
………………………..
And for the first time to Clara, she heard a cry that made her smile, it was the cry of a baby born. Her very own. You may be young, but you’re not young at all. You may have tried one thing or the other, or some of you may not even have a clue where to start. But there’s a hand holding you right now. Saying, you’ve wasted enough time wondering if you’re good enough, being afraid of the possibility of failure, its time to push. You’ve probably been a great part of someone else’s dream, you’ve helped birth other visions, that’s fantastic, but at the end of the journey, you stand alone on the finish line.

So this is for you:

For everyone that talked you down, PUSH
For all the times your name was forgotten, PUSH
For the family that said they won’t support you,  PUSH
For that friend that betrayed you, PUSH
For that boyfriend or girlfriend that gave up on your relationship, PUSH
For the mistakes that try to hunt you, PUSH
For every time you tried and failed, darling, PUSH!

I don’t promise that there’ll be no pain, as a matter of fact, I guarantee that you would have to cry sometimes, other times. You will wake up at night, and wonder Why You, if you can continue to bare it much longer. You would want to give up, and it will look lik every bone in your body is breaking into pieces, but for that dream in your heart, that change you want to make, that future you saw for yourself.

IT IS TIME TO PUSH. Its time to stop to dwell on the pain of the past.

People can love you, encourage you, and motivate you, but when it comes down tothe time to push, no two women give birth to one child. make your pain useful, turn it into labor pain!

YOU STAND NOW WITH A CHOICE TO MAKE, PUSH, OR LET YOUR BABY DIE WITH HIS HEAD OUT. YOU HAVE GREATNESS WITHIN.

Have a productive filled week....

From me to you.

Xoxo💋