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In the last, most intense hours of labor, I had unexpectedly become mindless, floating in boundless empty space between contractions, unoccupied by any thoughts whatsoever.
Interesting. But how would it be possible to maintain that state when all around you are saying "push".
Interesting. But how would it be possible to maintain that state when all around you are saying "push".
But if you are in a transcendental state and are oblivious to the push calls, won't it be difficult to have the baby without pushing.
Life is like a bowl of cherries. Small, medium and large. Ripe, unripe and overripe. Sweet, medium and sour. Picked, shaken down and windfalls. Many varieties and densities of colour. The trees can be small, medium and large. They can be good quality, short of food and water, or ruined in wet and cold environments. Chopped down or hacked about. Hit by disease or pollen eaten by birds.
Such is our rich pattern of life - we are but a bowl of cherries.
I thought life was like a bag of chocolates.
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