There
is an arbitrary line, which once you cross, you know in your heart that you
can’t step back.
This
is for those of us who have crossed that line and now, are somewhere betwixt
full fruition and total loss…
‘If
I did not dream, it would have been acceptable,
If
I didn’t nurse these thoughts to maturity, I would be flawlessly faultless,
And
if I had used adequate contraception to intercept this zygotic dream, this
musing would be absolutely unnecessary,
But
the truth is, right now, I have lost the right to give up and as a matter of
necessity, I have to reach the other line- the finish line.
In
and out of the labour ward, that has to be my future route. Now whether or not
there’d be an after party, that’s seemingly irrelevant. Provided my baby is
born!
And
although, like hyperbaric oxygen, the O₂
of fierce thoughts roll through my mind
at an extremely high pressure, I have to stand.
And
yet, if a lumber puncture is done on my mind, there is a significant risk of
cerebellar coning- I know that this raised intracranial pressure is only
transient!
If
my contractions aren’t strong enough to successfully push through, I would
suggest augmentation of this labour with oxytocin.
I
would take in glucose and fluids in large amounts but may I say-once again-
this child, will be born!’
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