6 Things Childbirth Taught Me About Business

6 Things Childbirth

Taught Me About Business

“Bare down and push like you’re taking the biggest dump of your life,” were the wise words of my midwife during the last leg of labor.

My husband and I had sat in traffic on the George W. bridge for close to three hours on a Sunday night while I bellowed God-knows-what during erratic contractions. Deepak Chopra whispered sweet nothings into my ear by way of our car’s speakers. Side note: if you don’t listen to Deepak’s meditations, you should. Between bursts of stab-like contractions, I’d say adorable things such as, “honey, the stars look beautiful tonight, don’t you think?” and “wow, the new flowers in front of our townhouse are incredible.”

Now it was 3 a.m. on Monday morning, and wisps of euphoria had transformed into savage rage.

I’d spent most of the pregnancy crippled by headaches and nausea. By the last trimester, my pelvis had cratered, I could barely walk, and the baby slept upright over my bladder in a permanent ninja kick. This was not an optimal position for my daughter’s debut exit from my uterus. Eventually, she turned head-down, but I knew long before her delivery that it would be an arduous back labor. Despite this, I had timidly and thoughtfully committed myself to an all-natural birth. I had determined that our existing medical care system was a little too trigger-happy with its knives. The epiphany to experience boatloads of undesirable pain came with a lot of firsthand research, coupled with the belief that excruciating temporary pain was better than risking preventable permanent damage. This was, of course, out of the ordinary in my geographical location, even amongst mothers whose pregnancies were highly healthy and, for lack of a better word, easy. Many young mothers I spoke with prior to my own newborn’s delivery had one horrific labor story after the next, and their opinions echoed the pervasive research indicating that the medical system was failing healthy pregnant mothers as a method to prevent less likely outliers. So, I made a choice. No IV. No epidural. I found a wonderful midwife who studied on the farm with Ina May Gaskin, and had successfully delivered thousands of babies, and I committed to an all-natural birth.

“What? Who sh*ts like this?” I blurted, and clenched my abdominal muscles as though I were about to push out a Ford pickup–a sturdy American car.

“Just touch her head!” my husband instructed, elated. “Feel it. She’s almost out.”

I clamped my body back against the handicap rails above the toilet. “I can’t.”

“Honey, come on, feel her head,” he said again.

“I can’t,” I repeated, unprepared for the realness of a child to congeal in my mind. “I want drugs,” I pleaded for the umpteenth time to no avail.

My midwife took hold of the reigns. “Honey, open your eyes and look at me now.”

I looked.

“The baby’s head is half way through your birth canal. She has twenty minutes or she’s going to suffocate.”

Suddenly I was confused. “Who sh*ts like this?” I retorted. “Do you sh*t like this? I don’t sh*t like this.”

We all snickered a little “no,” and transferred to the bed. Several more pushes and something warm and smooth slid out of my body.

“Did I do it; is she out?” I asked.

My midwife scrunched her forehead and peeped under the blanket. “No honey, you just sh*t yourself. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

I cringed, and continued pushing as hard and as frequently as I knew how. With each push, the baby inched out a little further, but I felt as though it would never happen. “I can’t!”

My husband and midwife encouraged, “Yes you can! You already are!”

I zoned back in. It was true. I was. “Help me with my legs,” I told them. My husband held my legs behind me, and in several more pushes, a creature emerged from my body. Her name is Sydney.

I cried instantly, as did my husband, who recited, “You did it!” in pure bliss.

A few moments later, my midwife pulled out the placenta, which my husband later ate (kidding, kidding).

It was baller. Confetti fell from the ceiling. My makeup artist zoomed over to prepare us for our family photo shoot, and the Paparazzi eagerly stood in line outside waiting for a coveted chance to meet my newborn. I am being sarcastic, of course, but childbirth is no small feat–I was a hero on top of the world.

Yes, there I was holding my little one, thanking the heavens she was all right, but at that same time, I was also looking down at my deflated belly sack, trembling while my midwife stitched together what remained of my lady parts. My breasts filled with milk, a sensation akin to filling an over-stuffed water balloon with a hose, and before I could blink, people were pinching my nipples and trying to explain to me how Sydney was supposed to latch. The room then filled with residents and strangers who watched me in the nude as if I were their third-grade biology experiment. When I rose to pee, so much blood exploded from my nether bits that the cleanup crew had to throw away the mattress. I imagine this isn’t unusual. I imagine many women have their own versions of the same story. Why? Because this is real life.

And business, my friends, is real life too. It’s messy. It doesn’t SWAAY too far one way or another, regardless of how you are wired or, in my case, MISSWIRED (a little homage to the terrific book I wrote in vignettes while cradling my newborn through her early years of life).

Tara Makhmali and Family

Why? Because in business and in creation, there are several truths that overlap. Here they are below. I hope you find them empowering.

1. Like pregnancy, the development of a new product or service is a long and arduous process with bursts of euphoria in between.

There’s a saying, “nine women can’t make a baby in one month.” It’s true, so find productive ways to expand the joy, such as meditating.

2. Pain can be temporary, or it can be long-lasting.

Do your research, factor yourself into the equation, and make a choice. Each decision you make in business follows the same formula. “How much temporary pain am I willing to endure today in order to prevent systematic pain later? Is it worth it?” Sometimes you’ll get it right; sometimes you won’t. But you’re better off educating yourself.

3. Yes, you are powerful. But you are not self-sufficient.

You may be able to develop a significant portion of a product or business on your own, but not without quality help. Determine whom you want to have by your side–ideally someone compassionate and credible–particularly when you’re in heat and nearing the finish line. They need to be able to help you pick up the slack when you think you just don’t have a single iota of strength left.

4. If you can’t get sh*t done one way, do it another way; adjust.

And by the way, pushing out crap is good; it allows your ultimate product the space it needs to find its way into reality.

5. Miracles are born in blood and tears. So are new services and products.
6. Once you deliver, the infrastructure you have to support your creation will, at first, be stitched together and deflated.

This is absolutely normal. You might have an idea of what you need, but until the real thing is available to you, you can’t have it all figured out. That’s when everyone and their mother will try to tell you what to do. They mean well, but you’re the CEO. Listen to them, but trust your instincts. After all, it’s your baby, and these are your nipples.

May all you mothers out there prosper in business; you’re already doing the hardest of life’s work.

Tara Makhmali

Tara Makhmali is the author of MISSWIRED, the founder of CommonSmarts Media, and a certified PMP since 2010. She lives in Hoboken, New Jersey, with her husband, Evan, their daughter, Sydney, and their English bulldog, Wilson.

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