"Why do women always want to share their labor stories? I mean, what is it with that?"
It was a really random question but it got me thinking, why do I want to share my labor story? I mean hell, I shared mine with millions of people over the Internet, and still to this day if someone mentions pregnancy or labor I can't WAIT to jump in and tell my story."Did you say birth? When I was in the hospital having Lucy..." Is it the empowerment that we feel? I mean, hello, I basically cooked myself up a new, fresh person for nine months and then expelled said person from my body completely by the force of...well, you know the drill.
I mean really, the husband can take credit for helping start the dough, but I baked the bread and toiled over the hot oven... ok, I can't think of an analogy with baking bread for labor, but you know what I mean, I did it. I did it for 9 months and then even at the end when I was exhausted, swollen, stretched and completely breathless with either a. seriously diminished lung capacity from the size of my pregnant belly or b. anticipation, I did it. I labored for almost 30 hours and I'm proud of it, I want to relive it in my mind because I'm still amazed at it. I want to do it again because I can't believe that I did it the first time (clearly mom-nesia has set in, no?).
I love telling my labor story to anyone who actually asks to hear it. I'm delighted when someone asks because then it gives me the chance to share something that before I had Lucy I always assumed I would consider extremely private and personal. I want to point at her and shout, "Hey, do you see this amazingly gorgeous child? I had her. Me! I did it!" and then I'll nod my head towards Rob and say, "This guy, yeah, he helped. But, hey it was mostly me and let me tell you it was a cold January day...".
What about you?
"Birth is the sudden opening of a window, through which you look upon a stupendous prospect. For what has happened? A miracle. You have exchanged nothing for the possibility of everything."