Miraculous Transformation

It seems you’re at a snapping point when the pressure on your bladder and a nauseous smell makes you retch,you pondered over what you ate lastnight and when you had your last malaria treatment to unpuzzle the completely exhausting sickening feeling .After you’ve had enough hang-ups and a brain-racking examination you realize you are six weeks behind. The excitement is overwhelming as the Doctor actually confirmes you’re feeling the kicks!
The morning sickness which strikes anytime have you moving to the bathroom every thirty minutes. You could use a boost of energy but there’s the feeling of aversion and disgust at the sight of food. You puked up anything that goes into your gullet yet develop a large appetite and cravings for food in an obnoxious way but the effort of preparation is wasted with a spontaneous lost of appetite.
Soon you’re experiencing the backaches, constipation, insomia, heartburn, excessive salivating and flatulence. According to Doctors, those symptoms are often related to the process.
A look in the mirror is a body that looks depressingly bulky and ughly with a rounded belly, stretch marks, skin discoloration, swollen fingers and there is a change in your physiognomy.
Your beautiful stunning looks is gone! You eat things you didn’t dream of eating and do things you had rather not discuss or do in public, like passing out gas and excreta involuntarily. The thought of drooling, vomiting and waddling your way through nine months of raging emotions, flowing adrenaline- gets your temper on edge, the little kicks makes your heart flutter, the itchy red palms, and the saliva- the spitting thing totally embarrasses you. You can’t get a grip of your emotions, one minute you are doing just fine the next, you are turn between crying and screaming, anger and saddness, restlessness and weariness.
The possibility of a tiny life growing inside you beats your imagination, it’s a larger than life mystery. And the experience? Exciting yet dominating, it dictates what you eat and drink, and the timing is key, not just that, what you wear is drastically change from sleek to sloppy even your sleeping position is control, to say the least.
The nine months of development and discomfort comes to a jolt. A flush of warmth from your underneath and bang! Your water just broke! A sharp and crushing pain makes you gasped for air, sitting or standing will not help, a woh, woh, woh sound and steady step does it to the car. The frenzy activity of family, doctors, nurses, midwives, is driving you frantic. “Honey, you can do this, all you have to do is push”, your spouse comforts you. “No, i can’t do this! I hate you...you did this to me!” you whimpered. Violent sobs racked your whole body as you go through pain, anger, anxiety, and fear all in one single moment. The doctor insists you calm down, he says, “it wont take time”. Yeah right! Compare to the nine months of pregnancy,except it happens to be your body that’s going to be labouring, panting, pushing- and God help- recovering.
The travail is completely traumatic doing most of the heavy lifting through the process, bearing the physical brunt. It hurts and the hours seem ever loom large ...umh long! It’s been fourtheen hours for Christ sakes!
The incision pain and with dilation completed, it is time to get your baby through the birth canal by pushing. It will take only thirty minutes or at most one hour. The contraction becomes more regular between two to five minutes apart lasting for sixty to ninety seconds each. The Nurse counts to ten while you hold your breath and push. In between contractions you conserve energy and rest up for the next round of pushing – it is labour and delivery is intensive – but you’re ready to pull through just this once because next time, no, that will need a rain check. Right now, you’ll summone all your courage and energy together to push as if you’re having the biggest bowel movement of your life. “Here is the head, push, push”, the Doctors urges. The baby’s head crowns and then disappears again. Pushing is now a two steps forward and one step backward process, the final push, you’re within shout distant of the finish line and you’ll shout by all means if you have to revel in that first lustry cry.
Boohoo! The cry of your new born baby is like a breath of fresh air that suits your pains, a soothing relief like a cold water effect on menthol.
News flash! He’s a boy! Excitement feels the air as pride replace pain, warmth replace weakness and joy feels your heart. You’re glad that nine months has delivered your miraculous child into your arms and you no longer have to waddle when you walk. The very symbol of womanhood is life greatest transformation summarized in a process that metamorphose the human life from a fertilised egg into a human being and it is nothing short of miraculous!