About giving birth to a child

She had found a piece of paper lying in the book . This was probably written by her own mother. Like Ameneh Minoo's mother had been a journalist and she had given some of her articles to be read by her niece. This particular article was about a woman giving birth. She had written this as a report on the Russian Hospital which was the only one close to where they lived.

Minoo read it with curiosity :

"I did not have to travel to Russia to have my baby ! (that was when Minoo came into the picture of her parents life !) . We lived next to the Russian Hospital in Tehran. It was 9 oclock , just when i was preparing to settle down at the typewriter to get through my daily chore of producing the digest of editorials. Just then i felt the sudden drenching of my skirt . It was just as well i took a friend and a neighbour with me because there were papers to be signed and fees to be paid before i was admitted as an in-patient.

by the time i reached the room where the mid-wife was waiting for me , i could feel the baby's head pushing up my ribs! It was an abnormal position. The woman who was in charge was calm and confident and she set to work with her bare hands after having sterilized them. Just a deft push with two fingers prodding inside the uterous as i lay prone on my back , sent the faetus swimming round into position. A dab of disinfectant on the area in question and then my case was considered normal and left to nature !

I felt that i had to disburden myself of the trapped creature within me as soon as possible . It wasbattering against my innards in desperation to find a way out ! I squeezed my eyes shut and locked the world out . Clutching the sides of the bed i set to work on myself .... i conserved all my strenght to bear down . I felt a wrenching pain and nevertheless continued my efforts to free myself from the unseen creature which sought to find existence for itself.

Finally the fourth time i bore down a slimy object slid out of me and with that i emitted the first scream throughout the delivery. In rushed some white robed shadows starteled out of their nonchalance at the sound of the scream and one exclaimed :"but the head is already out ! The midwife set to work and urged me to bear down a little more so that the rest of the new born could slip through. Just another heave and something slithered on to the bed while I myself felt wonde'rfully light and free after many months of weight-carrying ! "

Reading this report she concluded that being pregnant and having to deliver a child wasnt what she wanted for herself and the reality of it was scary and unattractive and Minoo felt she would never want to go through what her mother had experienced !

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