Why do people find it necessary to share their birth stories? And, why are they all so dang perfect and beautiful? I'm not sure we even went through the same experience! I mean seriously, why would I want to relive those torturous hours? Those hours that truly were the complete opposite of beauty...Hmmm I ask you,
Why? WHY?
My first son was an emergency C-Section. Nothing spells glorious moments as when the nurse is checking your dilation and gooses a baby butt! My second son was a normal birth, but the pain, oh my hell the pain! Did you know that because we were military and it was "after hours" our insurance wouldn't cover an Anesthesiologist for non emergencies. So, no epidural, thanks US Government! AND, no one told me that I might have bodily functions while pushing that big old baby head out. What the heck? Baby number three, Ladybug, was another C-section. She was a stubborn one like her older brother and was wanting to show the world that cute arse first. Just sayin'. You know what they try to do for those breech babies?
TURN THEM! My doctor was pressing so hard on my stomach that he braced his foot on the wall. Let's just say, she didn't turn and I had bruises later. Oh and if they offer you a colon cleanse before hand,
JUST SAY NO! Those beautiful moments after a C-section include the smell of burning flesh (mine), trying to hold a sweet infant on my chest while I'm numb from toes to chest and concentrating on taking every breath because when you are numb almost to your chest, breathing seems quite difficult.
So, let's cut to the chase...Birthing sucks! Yes, it is beautiful to bring a life into this world, and I love all my children, but
GROSS!!!! Let's just skip ahead a couple days into the future and we'll go from there...
That is all...Amen