‘Push’ – The last word from my last post.
Yes, it may only have four letters, but is can sure sound like it has six, eight, twelve, fifteen, or even more. When would that be? When someone is helping a women who’s close to delivering a baby by saying “PUUUUUUUUUUSH ! “
That was the word both my doctor and sister, off and on, said to me for about one hour in the delivery room. That was also the word I needed to hear a lot sooner than everyone expected. After only five hours since that first sign, that word Puuuush was a must.
The last time that word was said for me on March 9th in 1987 was a few seconds before my new life as a mother began.
Is this for real? Did I just now have a baby?
My doctor was holding a baby girl, born at 11:19 that morning, and soon passed that seven pound three ounce treasure over to me. But I wasn’t just, after hours of incredible pain, holding the baby I knew I’d have someday. Thoughts of that intense pain I had just endured instantly vanished because an instant, adorable little treasure was now in my arms. That piece of gold I was holding was my very own daughter Cassie, Cassie Angelyn Houstoun.
To be continued.
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