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These stories are great. So many people gloss over childbirth stories unless you've had kids so it's nice to get a bit of insight, although I'm sure we're not getting all the details
. . . actually, it wasn't that I was worried about . . . but I do recall being terrified of having to 'go to the bathroom' for the first time after I had popped out my daughter . . . oh the fear
Honestly, after 28 hours of labour with my daughter I could not have cared if the St George Army Band had come parading through my room . . . I just wanted that little munchkin O.U.T
I had two really different experiences . . . had my girl naturally, with no pain relief as I too 'missed the window of opportunity' for the epidural. I remember feeling terrified with the first few contractions, but then the inevitabilty of it all took over and to be honest, I was so exhausted at the end of it all that the pain really seemed secondary . . . and the big fat rush of love and adrenalin when they finally laid this beautiful, wriggling, pink cheeked, long eyelashed treasure of a girl on my chest . . . wow . . . I think my hublet actually found it harder than I did just the whole 'not being able to do anything useful' thing
With my boys I had to have a c-section . . . and honestly, if I had known how horrendously helpless I would feel I don't think I'd do that again in a real big hurry . . . but as there were two of them, with one still floating around up the top there, and one breech the docs decided it would be the safest thing for everybody. . . but I hated every minute of it
I do remember the room was chockablock with specialists and nurses and all manner of curious onlookers as well . . . I recall the doctor holding up bublet 1 and he was all scrunchy and wrinkly and gorgeous and smooshy, and then bublet 2 was all smooth and shiny and wide eyed and curious and then wooooooosh . . .the doctors took them away to examine them . . . my poor hublet . . . all I could think of was that they were taking my babies away and since I couldn't follow them and make sure they were okay he had too . . . . I was screeching like a harpy 'don't let them out of your sight don't let them out of your sight' . . . and then when I came to there were these two delicious, teeny tiny bundles of scrawly, scratchy boyness laying in the crib next to me . . . another big fat rush of blood to the head and the heart
. . . and as for the pain, psssssh . . . 11 years on I think I've finally recovered !
you all still awake! Great idea for a thread . . . hopefully some more mumma's will come along and share their stories too
I'm still awake
These stories are great. So many people gloss over childbirth stories unless you've had kids so it's nice to get a bit of insight, although I'm sure we're not getting all the details