Dealing with Tigers

Just before giving birth, the nurses and doctors wheeled me into the delivery room, urging me to relax, telling me it would be over soon. Yet, in this tense moment, my mind played an advertisement for a game: In a delivery room, a woman was panting hard, doctors cheering her on, and then, with one mighty push, the baby shot out at high speed, the umbilical cord snapping from the tension, the baby crashing through the window, flying through the clouds, aging rapidly, its sparse baby hair growing thick then thinning again to baldness, its body descending as it aged, until it finally landed in a grave, wrinkled and toothless, with liver spots. “Live is short. Play more. Bye.” But the real process of childbirth… it was excruciating! With my eyes tightly shut, I pushed with all my might, tears and cries meaningless now, I was just afraid I’d crush Er Yu’s head! That pain was truly incomparable; no wonder they say that mothers who have given natural birth don’t call anything else pain. That’s why I chose natural birth, but now I’m even more afraid of pain! Once bitten, twice shy! But if it’s for him, to touch that little wrinkled bundle again, I’d do it.