The Perfect Cure for the Pregnancy Itch

Friday, July 26, 2013

Yesterday Jon and I made our way to the hospital to spend some time with Danielle (my sister-in-love.) 
She had been in active labor for over 24 hours and seemed to be nowhere near the finish line. 
I didn't know what to expect, and although I have been through labor and delivery myself I was  still nervous about visiting and somehow getting in the way of things. 
She greeted us with a weak smile and my heart immediately went out to her. 
Jon rubbed her back and encouraged her the best way he could while I sat in the corner of the room with my mother-in-love and exchanged whispered thoughts. 
The lights were dim and the air was filled with a tense kind of excitement. 
The thrill of knowing a new baby was on its way 
was just not enough to still the fear of the unexpected.
And in Danielle's eyes I saw deep concern and fear. 

I nervously sidled up to her bed and offered the best words of comfort I could muster up:
"If little ol' me could do it, you can definitely do this, sister. I know it reallyreally sucks but we have no choice but to do it, right?" I said these incredibly comforting things while rubbing her back and feeling like a complete idiot for the weak encouragement that was pouring out of my mouth. 
To my relief Jon suggested we pray for her, and we both laid hands on her.
As he prayed she cried, I tried not to cry, and Jon got a little choked up. 

Just 30 seconds into the prayer one of the monitors began to emit a highly annoying beeeeeep. It was the same sound that drove me nuts when I was in the hospital during my own labor. It was the sound that would bring nurses in the room to fix whatever was going wrong. 
We said our Amens and stepped aside to let the nurse do her job. 

I took a seat in a wooden rocking chair opposite Danielle's bed and whispered to my mother-in-love, "This is bringing back very unpleasant memories."
"I know, sweetie," she said in her most understanding tone. 
She was there throughout my own labor extravaganza and knew how rough, challenging and painful it was for me. She had shed tears that night, wishing she could suffer in my place. 
She truly loves me, and that's a blessing.

I watched as she and Jon drew close to the heartbeat and contraction monitors to watch the rise and fall of the lines. "That was a BIG one," Jon whispered to his mom. 
The longer I stayed in the room, the more memories of my own experience crept into my heart and mind, and as I thought on those things my stomach began to ache. At first I thought it was a fleeting thing. Maybe it's gas, I reasoned. But it wasn't gas, and it wasn't PMS. It was an ache that accompanied the thought of me going through the labor experience all over again. 

The more I ached, the more I felt for my sister, and the more I wished I could speed up the process for her so she would not have to suffer anymore. 

we reluctantly left after a few hours (Jon had to be up at 4am) and Jon sulked the whole way out of the hospital and into our car. He wanted to be there to meet his niece and so did I. 
In the car I explained how my stomach aching and shared how completely deterred I felt from having a baby anytime soon. 
"Well, that's convenient!" He said "Now I know what to do the next time you feel an itch for a baby. We'll just head into the hospital and ask if we can step into the birthing unit for a minute, just to let you watch another woman suffer. It'll be the perfect remedy!"

We laughed and I agreed, it was a great "remedy" for the itch. 

Just as we pulled into our driveway my mother-in-love sent us a photo of baby Sofia, and we Ooooh'd and Ahhhh'd as we stared at her image on our cell phones. She reminded me so much of Bekah, except she has lots more hair.
Staring at her photo brought to mind the joy of having Bekah in my arms after going through all the pain.
It was a refreshing thing to think on. 

In that moment I was reminded of the following truth: no matter how great the suffering is, the joy of having a new baby in your arms far outweighs it all. 



  1. Will this work for someone who has never experienced labor before?

  2. Oh, what truth! I still recall the horrible pain and my baby is 34 years old, but, the joy our son and daughter have brought into our lives, do far outweigh that horrible pain. :o)

    I'm sure, like me, you will one day move past the memory of having Beckah and will want another.

    Sweetest blessings!!!