My water broke at 9:26 on Thursday September 10th. She was due on the 8th and given my history for super late births I was pretty excited to know that I didn’t have to hold on much longer. McRush jumped into full-time single daddy mode just to be sure I didn’t have to lift a finger. I called my Doula in the evening because contractions hadn’t started AT ALL. She rushed over with her overnight bag and stayed by my side.
I sure wish I was more knowledgeable of doulas from.my very first pregnancy because all of my dealings with doctors and hospitals has been complete trash. Another story for another day.
Contractions came sporadically and had no consistent timing within but I was still hopeful.
Well Thursday came and went. Friday came and went. Saturday was easing on by. Then BAM! My contractions were literally about 30 seconds apart. I cried, I yelled, I considered going to the hospital to just get a cesarean and get it over with.
Everyone who knows me knows that I have a pretty high tolerance for pain, like extremely high. (Else, do you think I would have bothered giving birth 11 times!) But Baybeeeeeeeee. This was not pain it was torture.
At 6:04 pm, with the encouragement of my husband, McRush and beautiful doula Lorena @ http://www.aNaturalMindedMama.com I pushed out a lovely 8 pound 3 oz baby girl.
This made me reflect on business. Yes, business is always on my mind. We work so hard at something and when we don’t get the desired results as quickly as we wanted we want to throw in the towel and shift to something more sustainable/profitable. But I’m doing so we miss out on the beautiful miracle meant for us.
Stick to it. Trust yourself. Its coming or even better, its already here and you just don’t see it.