Although I don’t expect we’ll get to meet the newest Maxwell for a couple of weeks yet, I am finding myself contemplating the upcoming labor and delivery. In life I can often choose a quicker/easier/more efficent route. Want to get to the store faster? Speed a wee bit, choose a more direct line, and I can arrive in quick fashion. Feel like avoiding the world for a weekend? Ignore the phone’s incessant ringing, turn up Pandora, and *voila* we’ve uncovered a mini vacation. However, when you’re nine months pregnant, there’s no possible way to avoid the inevitable upcoming labor like in the previous scenarios. There is no quick way out, no “easy” button.
When Jimmy’s birthday came, I was too busy eating and preparing myself for days of hard labor (’cause isn’t that how it is always portrayed in books?) to ponder the spiritual implications of childbirth. With Jacob I was too busy screaming “I can’t” and wondering why this little baby was attempting to make an exit out my lower spine rather than the God-given south-bound route. But last time, with Joseph, I found myself contemplating the cross as I paced the labor and delivery room. I don’t know that I’d recommend that as a proper pain management technique, but I did find some knowledge, if not relief, as I paced, prayed, and thought about Christ’s sacrifice on the cross.
And this time? I plan to cling to the truth that we are Imago Dei, made in the image of God. Not only are Kevin and I inheritors of this human characteristic, but every nurse we’ll encounter, our midwife, and the precious new son that we’ve been blessed to parent. We are not merely flesh and bone, but spiritual beings, made in the likeness of our creator. How will this translate during the trials of the delivery room? I’m not sure, but I pray that this knowledge will help to give me an eternal perspective during an expected time of very temporal difficulty and profound joy.