How painful does it have to get before you stop procrastinating and take action?
Our new baby is now almost three weeks old. Big brown eyes, long legs, funny little tail, born in a stable... Gerry was just about to load the very pregnant mare into the horsebox and drive her to the foaling unit when he realised it was too late, she was already in labour.
There followed 40 minutes of tugging, a fair amount of blood, sweat and tears and finally they delivered the horse of a strong healthy colt. Strange thing is, eleven years ago when I was pregnant, Gerry decided to forego the 'ringside seat' in the delivery suite on the grounds that "I'm no good at that sort of thing".
Did he think he'd have to deliver the baby, I wonder?
Proof though that there is a God (divine retribution for his past misdemeanours) and that when the chips are down - and the waters break - we can all do so much more than we would have believed possible.
My planned birth partner was my sister's boyfriend. An unusual arrangement but Sue couldn't even wash out a chicken without feeling faint and sisterly love just didn't stretch that far. Besides, Brian was a plumber and I felt he'd probably be quite an asset to the midwife. As luck would have it, he was out on call when I went into labour, ten days early so I ended up with a newly-qualified midwife and a sister so hyper that in between contractions I had to negotiate a deal: she got the gas and air and I got the epidural.
But she was there for me when I needed her and she ended up actually enjoying the whole experience. As I said, it's quite surprising what we're capable of when our escape route has been bricked up and plastered over. And that's got me thinking of the whole area of motivation and what it takes to get us into action.
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