It was a crisp cool Monday morning in October. I was preparing for what would be a very important day in my life and the life of the person I was hopelessly in love with. This would be the day to change our relationship forever and there was no ring involved. No white gown, no church and no vows. I climbed out of bed, walked into the bathroom and began my morning routine. I rubbed my belly and calmly whispered “good morning little girl, today is your birthday”. Of course, she was still asleep. As I began to dress and prepare for the hospital, I stopped for a moment and thought about the many weeks that it had taken Nayla to grow inside of me and she still was not ready to come out. Nayla’s home was just too comfortable for her.
I arrived at the hospital and waited to be escorted into the delivery area. I had to be induced. The pregnancy was a bit uneasy due to the Gestational Diabetes however, I was going to deliver a very healthy baby girl. As the nervousness began to escalate, I was called to have a seat in the wheel chair as I was escorted to a very spacious and extremely modernized delivery room. And, so it began. I undressed and adorned myself in the not so modern hospital gown that most people come to know and most people despise due to the draft that one gets from behind. Now, if you have ever been pregnant then you know that any air is much appreciated. So, I didn’t mind the hospital gown. I waited for the nurse to come into my room and began what I call the longest hours of my life.
The nurse arrived and hooked me up to the intravenous that began to induce my labor. At this point I was relaxed and calm. Here we were about 3 hours in and no baby. I was becoming very uncomfortable and almost ignored my promise to myself to deliver naturally. I almost asked for medication but I remained strong and endured the almost unbearable pain. I felt something within me, (besides the baby) I felt her father coming. He was going to be late due to work. I had no idea if he was really on his way to my room or was this feeling just me wanting him to be there. About five to 10 minutes later, he walked in. I felt a bit of the tension dissolve. I was so glad to see him.
He sat quietly in the corner and though he didn’t say much, I could read him like a book. Nayla had brought us close although we weren’t ready for marriage. We were in our early 20’s and were very much in love. We built a bond together and now, it was very much alive and at its truest and strongest it had ever been before. He was very uncomfortable and seemed to understand exactly what I was going through. At one point, he put his hat over his face. About 13 hrs into labor now, its nearing Nayla’s arrival and I began to push. Nayla’s father sat in the corner but I could feel him as if he were laying on the bed with me. He was in what appeared to be complete torment waiting for the arrival of his daughter. Now, comes the weird part. Nayla was finally out of my womb and as any grandmother would ask the new father, my mom asked if he wanted to cut the umbilical cord. He jumped up and ran out of the delivery room. I could very much understand why. As I stated, I felt him with my heart. He was very uncomfortable.
I thought about that day over and over again for the past 4 years. I often wonder if it was just my imagination. Is it really possible for a person to feel what three different people felt at once? I felt my emotions, my baby, and my love’s. At a later time, (years later to be exact) I asked why he had left so suddenly and he confirmed what I felt. He was in fact uncomfortable but he also told me something I never thought possible. I was informed that he felt every bit of the pain that I was feeling. I told him that it was not possible for him to feel the exact pain that I was feeling.
He said to me “you don’t think that its possible that when you love someone, they can’t feel exactly what you feel?” I thought about that question and how I felt that day and realized that it is very possible that love can create this bond. In moments of extremity, love can do, be and feel anything. I had no choice but to believe him.