For some the scientific term “Parturition” makes the whole idea for the birth of a child a dreary and unimaginative visualization for the next Sci-Fi novel or textbook; either way neither are not my choice on this subject.
Generally speaking many claim that the Christian Bible of 66 Books is a drab and boring read; and in some ways I can agree speaking from a fleshly perspective. However, I believe the Bible speaks to the birth of a child in a way that brings respect to the very thing God has gifted to us; life. Some will contest that childbirth is a negative thing, so I am choosing the positive here.
John 16:21 says – “When a woman is giving birth, she has sorrow because her hour has come, but when she has delivered the baby, she no longer remembers the anguish, for joy that a human being has been born into the world.”
As a man I am not able to speak to the pain endured by women during childbirth so I will not attempt to say that I understand, but what I do know is the joy felt after the baby is born; that I can certainly share with the mother!
When God created woman he created a miracle inside and out. Their bodies go through so much change when a baby is first formed in their womb at the moment of conception. The small miracles begin to happen a thousand fold each and every day as the baby grows, but the woman’s body also changes with the growth of that child. Even though the baby itself is not the same body as the woman, it is the woman who goes through the changes to accommodate the new wonderful passenger inside of her.
As the baby grows it will start to react to the environment outside of its womb; sounds, pressure from sitting / standing / lying down, etc. As far as the topic of sound goes this is something I myself had an experience with.
Since I was adopted at birth I never knew my birth mother until I was 46 years of age. However, the first time I had ever talked to her I kept getting this feeling that her voice was very familiar to me. What I later found out was that while I was still in the womb she would sing to me because at the time she was a professional singer, so I would have been exposed to her voice through singing many times over.
For the woman in this experience up to the point of birth there will be trials, but there will also be joy. Getting things ready for the new arrival is usually a big one on everyone’s list and eventually the “Nesting” will happen, which I always found entertaining. To me this was an instinct God gave women to prepare for what was coming soon and it is just another miracle to observe during this experience.
There will be a “Baby Shower” and gifts, but none of those will compare to the little fingers, toes, eyes, lips, ears and nose of that baby the mother is about to meet. It is a person with the spark of life given by God that we are to enjoy and cherish as long as we live. The memories will begin to stack up as the baby grows and each one should be placed in a treasure box for the mother to use when her heart needs to be reminded of that warm and wonderful feeling.
To put things into a greater perspective than ourselves, God used the birth of one child to change the world –
Matthew 1:23 “Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and they shall call his name Immanuel.” (Which means, God with us.)
So for the new “Soon-to-Be” mothers out there, remember that this is your time to participate in God’s miracle of life. Cherish it for as long as your heart and mind allow; never take what you are capable of for granted and know by this experience you are following God’s plan for both of you.
Here is a poem I wrote to my new found mother in 2013.
“Sing to My Mother“
Hearing you sing before I saw light,
It was your voice that gave me hope,
Stirring my spirit to prepare for flight.
Singing, singing, always your song.
As my time here on earth stood before me,
I had always known that I was yours,
Even though they said that it would not be.
Singing, singing, a strange new song.
Following your heart was not a choice,
Because your blood was also mine,
You chose to give me life and a voice.
Singing, singing, my own song.
The pain I know for you was real,
For I too felt the emptiness in my soul,
Hoping for time to just please heal.
Singing, singing, a sad, sad song.
As the years passed I swear you were often near,
Did you think of me as I had dreamt of you?
We had figured out new ways to hide a tear.
Singing, singing, a lonesome song.
A simple birthdate is not what it seems,
They are numbers that hold our heart,
Containing love, anguish, hope and dreams.
Singing, singing, tomorrow’s song.
After so many years our time has come to unite,
Dreams of the past are our only gifts,
Tears and Joy show what has always been right.
Singing, singing, to the world our song.
It is this that you must know first and last,
My love has always belonged to you,
Regardless of what was and is the past.
Singing, singing, finally to My Mother a song.
“I pray that every mother is able to experience the joy of a newborn, but if that newborn child is not something you are willing to care for at this time – please put the child up for adoption as it is a human life worthy of a future…just like you were offered at your birth.” – The Koifish Christian