So below is an excerpt of an essay written about the birth of my first child. I laughed as I read it because I think it might be the most complete description of that very long moment that I have.
Untitled Personal Essay
by Ranee` S. Clark
Written March 2007
When I
think about the less-than-blissful hours I spent in labor with A.J., I don’t
just wonder, I seriously question how I actually came through it alive, or for
that matter, why I’ll even consider doing it again! Nobody wants to hear a
story about thirty minutes of labor and a six pound baby. Nine pounds, six ounces, that’s a good story. A kid with a head as big as his chest
(fourteen inches)? That’s something
people’s ears perk up for. Twenty-one hours of labor that climaxed in a full two hours of pushing? That is a good story.
