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PARTURITION; AND THE BIRTHING OF DREAMS




The word parturition, derived from the Latin word “parturire” which literally means “be in labour” is defined as the act of expulsion of the fetus and placenta to the outside world per vaginam with minimal risk to the mother and fetus. Labour is characterized by the onset of painful, palpable and regular uterine contractions of progressively increasing cervical effacement, cervical os dilatation as well as descent of the presenting part; leading to delivery.
Many women dream of being mothers and most can still carry the pregnancy with sufficient grace and poise but parturients couldn’t agree more that at the point of labor, all poise is lost and grown women cry and scream like babies.

  However, once the baby is birthed, the formerly contorted face of the mother relaxes and the muscles around her mouth help her curve her mouth into a tired; yet perfect smile of fulfillment.

  It is against this backdrop that the process of giving life to a dream is compared and adequately expatiated upon.

The poorest person on earth is neither the one without the basic necessities of life, nor is he the one living in abject penury. The poorest person on earth is the man without a dream, a propelling force or something to birth; the one who lives day in, day out; doing nothing of essence, contributing no quota and making no positive impact whatsoever.

In my opinion, the second poorest group of people on earth, are those who sleep, sit and dream but simply refuse to be parturients, either as a result of fear or an insufficient drive.

We can all dream, but how many of us choose to follow our dreams to completion, besring the requisite pain? Instead, do we get weary and jittery and just give up?

Keywords: Parturition, dream, dreams, delivery

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