I can remember the birth of my Son Syn'Cere Southern as if it was yesterday. I had to be at the hospital at 6:00 due to my labor having to be induced. Upon arrival I was having contractions already but they were far and few between. I arrived a the hospital with my Mother Pastor Baker.
Previously I had decided that I was not going to allow the doctors to give me the Shot in my back for pain.
Hours and Hours when by, and still no little one. Phone call after phone call, I began to get a bit agitated,and the pain got more and more severe. I finally broke down and asked for the anesthesiologist to come in and give me the shot. After that i was fine.
At about 6:00 p.m. this little fellow decides he wants to make his entrance. All the pain was worth it when the doctor laid that beautiful, healthy, little hazel eyed male child on my chest.
I never felt a feeling like this before. Although I have two other female children. This was a male child and it felt different I must say.
I thanked God for all the medications that we are afforded here for child birth because in South Africa there is no pain medication,and the birthing of children is almost horrific.
The mother's are not cared for very well, and it is almost like they are slaughtered.Many of them are abused physically and verbally by hospital staff. And not to mention how many mothers and babies die from the lack of antibiotics and pain medication.
I am glad our hospital are as good as they are because it could always be worse.