Bound of marriages real love

Her water broke…
Clara was rolled into the theatre, with her
husband running behind the nurses, soaked
in sweat and splatters of the broken water
on his trouser, it was slimy.
“I’m sorry sir you can’t come in, her blood
pressure is up and she’s almost having a
panic attack, she’s gone into labour
already”
“No, there’s no way! I have to be there!!!”
“We’re sorry sir”
Sweat broke out across his face and it
looked like he was the one with the panic
attack. He loved her and would give
anything to take her place in that labour
room, but of course, that couldn’t happen.
Clara couldn’t take a minute more of the
pain but she had insisted on pushing all the
way. She was a nurse and had helped
deliver countless kids. But this was even
more painful than she expected. With her
legs spread out and head hurting so badly
she thought she’d faint, Clara blasted into
wild tears.
“I can’t do it doc, I can’t!”
“Ma’am you have to push. The head is
already out and this baby will die if you
don’t!” The doctor’s voice getting more
intense and sharp.
Clara began to cry again, she had dreamt
many nights about this baby, her girl, her
first baby after five miscarriages.
“Doc, I’m so tired, please, I’m getting really
weak”
“Get her husband in here right now”
They didn’t need to call his name a second
time before Jeff came in rushing to her
side
“Baby, I’m here”
“It’s too painful!”
“I know my love, and I would give anything
to do this for you, but I can’t” He began
sobbing as she screamed releasing a
measure of the pain on his hands, he could
bet blood wasn’t flowing in them at that
moment.
“Arrrrrgghhh”
“Baby, listen to me. For every child we lost,
push!”
“Arrrrghhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
“For all the years that went by, baby push!”
“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhh”
“For everyone that laughed at you, push!!!”
“Arrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh”
“For the joy of having your own child, baby
pushhhh!!!!!”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggghhhhh”
………………………..
And for the first time to Clara, she heard a
cry that made her smile, it was the cry of a
baby born. Her very own. You may be young, You may have tried one thing or the other, or some of you may not even have a clue where to start. But there’s a hand holding you right now. Saying, you’ve wasted enough time wondering if you’re good enough, being afraid of the possibility of failure, its time to push. You’ve probably been a great part of someone else’s dream, you’ve helped birth other visions, that’s fantastic, but at the end of the journey, you stand alone on the finish line.
So this is for you:

For everyone that talked you down, PUSH
For all the times your name was forgotten,
PUSH
For the family that said they won’t support
you, PUSH
For that friend that betrayed you, PUSH
For the mistakes that try to hunt you, PUSH
For every time you tried and failed, darling
PUSH!
I don’t promise that there’ll be no pain, as
a matter of fact, I guarantee that you would
have to cry sometimes, other times, you
would want to give up, and it will look like
every bone in your body is breaking into
pieces, but for that dream in your heart, that
change you want to make, that future you
saw, IT’S TIME TO PUSH.
People can love you, encourage you, and
motivate you, but when your pregnancy comes to term, no two women give birth
to one child. make your pain useful, turn it
into labor pain!

YOU STAND NOW WITH A CHOICE TO
MAKE: PUSH OR LET YOUR BABY DIE
WITH HIS HEAD OUT.