Monday, October 30, 2006
The Labour Pains
Okay, I have met a new breed of meanies. I call them the labour pains. Because really they are a pain in the ***. They are the people that have had children, and insist on telling you the most horrific, and nightmare inducing tales of their labours. Really, why do women do this to us. I am in my happy bubble. Now that nausea has lept full force out the 4th story window, i am enjoying myself, my chocolate and my baby ( who kicks a whole hell of a lot) So why must they ruin this for me and tell me their horrific birthing stories. Now I know labour is not going to be no walk in the park, but really .... the stories of splitting in two, and I felt as though my body was ripping in half, blah flipping blah.... if it were all that bad, why do people have more babies? Now in all honesty, I do get some sick pleasure from these stories. It kinda excited me to step up to the plate and be the amazon inside. But with my new found decision to really try hard hard hard from accepting the epidural these stories taunt.... just a little. So since I know there are quite a number of you out there who do read this blog you just don't really comment. I have decided to put a little fun one together. Any and all of you, leave a comment and describe your most horrific or not so horrific labour, and if you have never given birth, tell your sister's horrific story, or your aunt agatha's stories. I would like to prepare my atilla.
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2 comments:
Just for you Amy I am leaving a comment so that you know I read your blog. I wish you would write more often because it is usually the biggest highlight in my day, because it makes me laugh so hard my boss asks what is so funny.
Hmm.. my labour was actually pretty good. Lasted 14 hours, during which I was given morphine to regulate the contractions so I could sleep on and off for 5 hours; I had 45mins of hard labour (the pushing stage) and the *entire* time, I kept focus on a gigantic oak tree that I could see in my mind. No idea why it popped into my psyche but it did, and really helped to have something so strong and solid to focus on.
I did not have an epi, and the morphine had worn off well before I even started pushing. LOL I wanted more of it but by then it was too late and I was pushing. I have the entire birth story on my baby blog if you'd like to read it - it's way more in depth than what I'll write up here.
I guess I just got lucky? My birthing experience was amazing. Can't wait to do it again. :D
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