The kid screams. Whether the newborn is deaf? Nothing more than blind. Child's hearing aid is functioning well before he was born. Back in the stomach, he could hear all the sounds of the mother's body, the beating of her heart, a voice. As the fish swam it in amniotic fluid, and the sounds came to him relaxed, tame, penetrating through the thickness of water and a soft screen maternal abdomen.
And suddenly, as if dozens of thunder struck the child. Unbearable pain pierced ears. The world cries – the child screams in response. Who will make sure to keep quiet at such a moment? A leather kid? Fine, she seems burnt it shudders at the touch. And the skin, not knowing anything earlier than the soft satin mucosa, meets with diapers, cloth! The newborn comes into this world on a carpet of thorns, forced his way through thickets of thorns. But this pain compared to that which causes the child the air. Ordinary air, first filling the lungs. Yes, his skin is sensitive, vulnerable, yet sensitive, vulnerable soft inner tissue of the lungs.
That first breath! It hurts to more than a breath of acrid smoke fire. All of the kid resists it, all protests. Child tries to push the air, but I must inhale it again and again. And he cries. To understand the experiences of the baby, scrolling down a little "car time "ago. In the womb the child's life is divided into two great periods. The first – from conception until mid-pregnancy. To read more click here: Bessel van der Kolk. First, the embryo is still, like a plant. Then he turns into a foetus: "plant" is "animal". Appear movement. Foetus "feels" his freedom. He seemed to be floating in the water, free as a bird, slippery and moving like a fish. His freedom and prosperity are endless. His "universe" is expanding. And there comes the second period. "The Universe" is shrinking. Freedom of movement disappears. For a long time he resisted, protesting. But, we have to get used to. He shrinks into a ball, bends his head, bends his arms and legs. And once "prison" alive, not wanting more keep it, she begins to try to push. The reduction goes Back Disappears again appears again. These "hugs" are weak, and the child becomes accustomed to them. Their intensity is slowly but steadily increasing. "Do not Fear and habit – as they would say to him, because you will experience even more difficult time when work will begin. " And suddenly all the "explode". The universe is filled with light. The kid was born. And at this moment he is hired by the legs and make "Dive" into the void. This is similar to the state of the diver, who too quickly rose from the depths of water. But where is he now, this martyr? On the scale. Steel, rigid, cold. Cold burns like a flame. And he cries. What if you were naked placed in a refrigerator upside down, fill the space acrid smoke, and then blinded by spotlights thunder of explosions? "Such a horrible dream and not dream" – you might say. What to do? How to turn this moment of sufferings into joy? What to take to ensure that the child immediately felt at home, and the birth was not by violence, and awakening from a sweet dream? Very simple. We must change ourselves.
