The sky is dark and the moon is high. The pain starts out as little more than a general discomfort. Unfortunately, it is not long before that discomfort turns into an agonizing pain that wakes me from a dead sleep. The pain isn’t letting up and the only relief I can find is microscopic. That microscopic relief comes in the form of the fetal position. A sheen of sweat covering my skin, I cry out in pain.
Despite my immobilizing pain, I somehow managed to make my way down the stairs. The second my feet hit the floor ate the bottom of the steps, I’m on my knees, hunched over as far as I can go while still being able to crawl to my mom’s room. Hunched over, on my knees and clutching my stomach, I call to my mom, “Mom…Mama…wake up…Mama…please,” trying desperately to wake her from her deep slumber.
Finally, I manage to wake her, and when I do, I say, “My stomach…Ow! ...please Mama…make it stop..please…” through my pain and tears.
I crawl into the kitchen, and my mom gives me any medication she thinks might help.
Somehow I manage to get onto the loveseat, curled in a ball, I’m in too much pain to lay down.
Although the pain did not subside, the medication my mom gave me allowed me to relax enough to concentrate on my breathing rather than the pain. After a half hour of doing my best not to concentrate on the pain, I was finally able to drift off to sleep.