Empty beach
Empty beach
Just the sounds of waves
I have heard that contractions come in waves…
…And that some women use that metaphor of
riding a wave of a contraction
to help them get to the end of one contraction
and to the
next.
I close my eyes and take in the sounds of
the beach
Waves.
Seagulls.
Peace.
This is my happy place.
This is my home.
I touch my
pregnant belly.
This is what I will come home to when I am
in labor.
The beach makes me sleepy and hopeful
that labor will be as easy as
the sea breeze.
I close my eyes and picture
the scene in front of me:
Just me and my baby
With the sun beating down on my skin
And a slight sea breeze just cooling the air
Ever so slightly.
The soft tan sand
The rolling blue waves
And endless sky and ocean
Stretching on forever.
The call of the seagulls.
I know they’ve been the called
“the rats of the sky”
but I find them to be a
quintessential
part
of
the
beach day
experience.