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Originally Posted by reamer  the worst point in the contractions for me was right before it happened. for about 15 mins I was passing out in cold sweat between contractions. the contractions were seconds apart, no more then about 30. I didnt realize still what was going on til I went to the bathroom. weird I know but as soon as I did FINALLY clue in this wasnt some false alarm, I wasnt scared. I was thinking its worse for the child if I dont push. they want out for a damn reason. so fucking do it. when the paramedics did come they were telling me not to push anymore but fuck that. shit was going down. I cant STOP pushing, the head was already crowned. seriously wtf.
I was really in another state though. I knew what was happening but I wasnt freaking out. everyone else was freaking out for me. I knew the only control I had in the situation was giving birth whether it was time or the right place, it was gonna happen regardless. |
this is what the women who were interviewed for the film said too, that right before the baby comes out the contractions are at their absolute worst. it was kinda funny watching how the women dealt with their pain; some of them hummed or kinda sang really loudly while others just leaned on their husbands and concentrated on breathing.
what really moved me about the film was how active and involved the fathers were. they weren't just handling the ice chips and wet washcloths. every single one of them was attending to their wife in a really tender way, comforting them get through the contractions, making them laugh, helping the midwife make things as comfortable as possible.