Grief as Birth

I'm picturing this grieving kind of like giving birth in reverse. Maybe I'm birthing my precious baby girl to heaven and right now the grief pains are overlapping and coming on top of each other so much so that I think I cannot do this. It is overwhelming, so exceedingly difficult with no breaks and my strength feels all spent. I'm hoping that if this picture holds true that soon there will be some breathing room between pains, a time to muster some strength for the next wave and that with time the pains become more manageable, not that they will ever be gone this side of heaven, but manageable, able to breathe through with lots of space to gain strength for the long haul of this labor of love. At least until I see Jesus myself.