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The First Labor Contraction

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I thought my greatest and overwhelming nightmare that tormented me unremittingly throughout the duration of my pregnancy had become a horrible reality. It was 9:00 on a Tuesday morning, when I experienced the initial intense labor contraction. Without hesitation, I instantaneously grabbed my cell phone to communicate with my loving husband, but to my surprise it went straight to the most dreaded voicemail. Unfortunately, I had no viable means of reaching him, because Shaw Air Force Base was partaking in a quarterly, scheduled, week long war readiness exercise. Thus, my severely distressed mind had to nippily acknowledge the reality that my magnificent bundle of joy was making his long anticipated entrance into the world eight days early, according to the estimated due date. This delightful narrative will take the reader on a breathtaking, yet frightful journey through pre-labor, active labor and the delivery of my son, Dorian Josiah Heffner. Subsequently, from the moment of that first labor contraction, I painstakingly calculated distant they were, and prayed fervently and incessantly that I did not experience active labor before my unsuspecting husband returned home. With every sharp pain I experienced in the pit of my swollen abdomen, I called on the matchless name of my wonderful Savior, Jesus Christ. Finally, my husband came home, and we took a leisurely stroll around the quaint neighborhood to expedite the labor process. Every time I felt a hard contraction, I paused

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