Processing Labour pt 2. The nsfw language version.

pregnantMy second thought from labour that apparently I should share (go talk to Karen Jones if you disagree) is on swearing. I generally don’t swear (except late at night when the baby is still crying and I’ve lost all perspective). Husbandface doesn’t like it when I do. Binface loves it when I do which leaves me in all sorts of dilemmas but for the most part swearing doesn’t really happen.

I’m not a fan of swearing generally, it’s a fairly lazy form of self expression, it’s not the best use of the language we’ve been given and God isn’t such a fan of it. There are times though when I think only a well timed swear word will do. Bono’s use of the f word in the Rattle and Hum video in Sunday Bloody Sunday is perfect. (There’s an 80s reference only my brother will get) It can be comedy genius or the best expression of pain and loss.

I also think it can be employed to express extreme relief. At the end of labour, when the boy came out and I realised I wasn’t pregnant anymore, all I had to express the relief, the wonder, the joy and rapture was the f word. Over and again I said, fuck me. All the time apologising to husbandface for the swearing. But oh my life, no other word worked in the same way to express this inexpressible feeling. That feeling when the pain stops, when the race is over, when you’ve got to the top of the mountain and the glorious view stretches out before you. Breathless I cried in joy and wonder and the f word expressed it best.

My issue is: Will we say this when the new creation is ushered in? Creation is described as being in birth pains. Waiting for the day new life will be born. Imagine the relief on that day. A day when there will be no more pain, crying or mourning. No more being hurt or hurting others. No more sickness. No more death. A glorious crazy wonderful birth. I might let out a few f bombs on that day but maybe I’ll more naturally cry hallelujah to express the wonder of what is happening. Maybe.

Here’s some of that vision in Romans 8 in The Message. It kept me sane in the last few weeks of waiting and in the early stages of labour. Joyful expectancy of total relief one day. I still wonder what words we’ll have to express that final wonderful relief when this world gets to give birth.

Romans 8- 18-21 That’s why I don’t think there’s any comparison between the present hard times and the coming good times. The created world itself can hardly wait for what’s coming next. Everything in creation is being more or less held back. God reins it in until both creation and all the creatures are ready and can be released at the same moment into the glorious times ahead. Meanwhile, the joyful anticipation deepens.

22-25 All around us we observe a pregnant creation. The difficult times of pain throughout the world are simply birth pangs. But it’s not only around us; it’s within us. The Spirit of God is arousing us within. We’re also feeling the birth pangs. These sterile and barren bodies of ours are yearning for full deliverance. That is why waiting does not diminish us, any more than waiting diminishes a pregnant mother. We are enlarged in the waiting. We, of course, don’t see what is enlarging us. But the longer we wait, the larger we become, and the more joyful our expectancy.

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One Response to Processing Labour pt 2. The nsfw language version.

  1. Adele says:

    I read this earlier today but knew I wouldn’t have time to comment then. Glad to come back to it now. I’ll admit I swear more than I probably should. I’m also not entirely sure what I think or feel about that. It does amuse me that I swear while driving yet didn’t swear while giving birth. The second time anyway. In fact, I very clearly remember being in the pool and really wanting to drop an f-bomb but deciding against it. I felt that once I started, I wouldn’t be able to stop and my trance would be broken. The experience I was having suddenly would truly be pain rather than extreme work. I think this must be a hypnobirthing thing. I love the way you put this into perspective. I’ve never seen this passage that way!

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