I never thought I could develop such a deep admiration for someone I had yet to truly converse with until I met my prenatal massage therapist, Emily. When I lie on her table, I’m enveloped in care rather than being the caretaker. My body is filled with pleasure instead of the usual discomforts of my growing pregnancy. Often, I don’t even realize how tense my muscles are until her hands skillfully work through the knots I’ve been harboring in my shoulders and spine, unlocking tension and releasing an amazing wave of endorphins.
I’ve experienced massages before—some even tailored for pregnancy—but nothing compares to this. Emily navigates my tight spots like a musician playing a beautiful melody; my body begins to harmonize with her touch. I feel an inner chorus of joy awakening within me. If this feeling resembles love, I must admit I’ve never truly experienced love like this before.
If I were to assign her contact photo on my phone, it would be a beam of sunlight piercing through fluffy clouds. Should she ever move away, I might consider relocating just to be closer to her. I could even see her as the godmother of our unborn child, of course, only if he turns out to be a good kid. She deserves nothing less than that. I might even slip her onto my husband’s life insurance policy; after all, if she ever found herself in a bind, I’d be there to vouch for her.
Emily is extraordinary. Her massages could resolve personal conflicts or even governmental stand-offs. They’re not just massages; they’re a peaceful experience.
If there’s a medal for massage therapy, it should undoubtedly go to Emily. If such an award doesn’t exist, they should create one in her honor.
She’s booked solid for months on end. If I had an appointment scheduled the same day as a friend’s funeral, I’d honestly have to weigh the importance of that friendship.
I found Emily after a frustrating encounter with another therapist who refused to treat me due to my pregnancy. In hindsight, perhaps I should thank that unkind individual, as their rejection led me to my true massage soulmate. Emily, unsurprisingly, was rated the best prenatal massage therapist in the Boston area and listed this specialty, so I knew I wouldn’t face rejection again. By chance, I stumbled upon her business during a rare cancellation—what a stroke of luck!
After our first session, I was heartbroken to learn that her next available appointment wouldn’t be for six weeks. How would I manage without her touch for so long? My body and life were morphing rapidly, and I couldn’t fathom how I’d feel or look in six weeks. But one thing was certain—I’d be nestled on Emily’s table in her cozy pillow arrangement.
Until my baby arrives, I see Emily every six weeks for that much-needed relief, while I endure periods of stiffness in between. The pain is real, and without my appointments, my calendar is a blank slate. Those visits are penned in with thick, permanent ink.
Occasionally, I manage to snag a last-minute massage when someone else cancels. I can’t help but wonder what unfortunate event led to their cancellation. Did they experience a serious accident? I’d brave anything short of a catastrophic incident to reach her. Did they go into active labor? Witness a crime? For a fleeting moment, I sympathize with their loss. But then, excitement replaces my sympathy as I eagerly take their spot. When there’s a cancellation, Emily only has to text one person before the appointment is filled, and this time it was me. Who knows when the next opportunity will present itself? So, I don’t lament their misfortune—it’s my time now.
Given my fierce determination to secure my time with Emily, if her appointment book were ever leaked, I’d recommend protective measures for her other clients. Not that I’d advocate for violence, of course, but if someone were to create openings by unfortunate means, I wouldn’t say a word. I’d remain glued to my phone, waiting for that next life-changing text.
This article was originally published on July 3, 2019.
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Summary
This article captures the heartfelt connection a pregnant woman feels towards her prenatal massage therapist, Emily. The author expresses deep appreciation for the relief and care provided during a challenging time, highlighting the emotional and physical benefits of their sessions together.