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11-23-2001, 02:52 AM
...that little guy sleeping in bed behind me was preparing to make his entrance into the world....
at this time six years ago, i was barely dilated, just being admitted to the hospital in the early stages of labor
and naively saying to my mother "if this is as bad as it gets, i think i can handle it..."
... she just nodded her head and said..."uh huh"...
that of course was prior to the breakage of the "water"...
after which, i could be heard growling profanities at every turn /images/shocked.gif
It's a night I'll never forget (and if i somehow do, i have a video to remind me)
the pain was blinding (that part isn't on the video)... beyond words, actually...
my fucking childbirth teacher actually had me deluded into believing I could "control" the pain with proper breathing technique.
HA! that's a crock of shit. Unfortunately my contractions happened so fucking fast I didn't stand a chance.
Girls, those of you who have not experienced childbirth....
I'm not here to scare the fuck out of you... not sure why I am even writing about this other than it just crossed my mind and I'm not ready to crawl in bed yet.... anyway.... there are some things that is kind remain unspoken about childbirth, and it really sucks because women go into it with expectations then feel terrible guilt if they don't experience it....
like for example: "it all becomes worth it as soon as you see their little face"..
or, "you forget the pain as soon as you hold him/her" if that happens, yer livin' in a romance novel....
it took me months to forget the pain i experienced. The problem is, women don't feel like they can verbalize this without being considered some kind of heathen, so they just keep it inside and feel like something is wrong with them, when what they are feeling is actually VERY NORMAL.
I have a friend who has admitted to me she felt very much the same... she wanted little to do with her daughter for the first 3 months of her life but felt she could not verbalize it to anyone because no one would understand. Giving birth is a major traumatic event for a woman's mind and body-
it bothers me that it is portrayed so romantically in the media.
For a lot of women, what they have seen on tv is what they expect in real life. *shudder*
ramble ramble ramble.
so after an epidural and 30 minutes of hard core pushing, this little pumpkin was delivered at 3:32 am on Thanksgiving Day, 1995. He was a little punk even upon arrival and wouldn't breathe on his own.... he wasn't blue or anything, he was actually quite pretty... he just didn't want to breathe so they gave him a "puff of oxygen" as the doc said, to which i responded by freaking out! WHY DOES MY BABY NEED OXYGEN? He was fine, just needed a little "jump start" as my dad said.... but this caused him to not be placed immediately upon my chest for immediate bonding- again, something I felt terribly guilty about for quite awhile. Again.... those expectations ... they fuck with your head.
So my first words when i was finally able to hold him and get a good look? "he has eyes just like mine!"
good stuff.
I tried to post a picture here but it wouldn't do it, so here's a link instead : )
http://communities.msn.com/DaysinthelifeofAsher/photoalbum1.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=56
sometimes i feel like i'm on the springer show with no stage exit. -my sister on "the family"
at this time six years ago, i was barely dilated, just being admitted to the hospital in the early stages of labor
and naively saying to my mother "if this is as bad as it gets, i think i can handle it..."
... she just nodded her head and said..."uh huh"...
that of course was prior to the breakage of the "water"...
after which, i could be heard growling profanities at every turn /images/shocked.gif
It's a night I'll never forget (and if i somehow do, i have a video to remind me)
the pain was blinding (that part isn't on the video)... beyond words, actually...
my fucking childbirth teacher actually had me deluded into believing I could "control" the pain with proper breathing technique.
HA! that's a crock of shit. Unfortunately my contractions happened so fucking fast I didn't stand a chance.
Girls, those of you who have not experienced childbirth....
I'm not here to scare the fuck out of you... not sure why I am even writing about this other than it just crossed my mind and I'm not ready to crawl in bed yet.... anyway.... there are some things that is kind remain unspoken about childbirth, and it really sucks because women go into it with expectations then feel terrible guilt if they don't experience it....
like for example: "it all becomes worth it as soon as you see their little face"..
or, "you forget the pain as soon as you hold him/her" if that happens, yer livin' in a romance novel....
it took me months to forget the pain i experienced. The problem is, women don't feel like they can verbalize this without being considered some kind of heathen, so they just keep it inside and feel like something is wrong with them, when what they are feeling is actually VERY NORMAL.
I have a friend who has admitted to me she felt very much the same... she wanted little to do with her daughter for the first 3 months of her life but felt she could not verbalize it to anyone because no one would understand. Giving birth is a major traumatic event for a woman's mind and body-
it bothers me that it is portrayed so romantically in the media.
For a lot of women, what they have seen on tv is what they expect in real life. *shudder*
ramble ramble ramble.
so after an epidural and 30 minutes of hard core pushing, this little pumpkin was delivered at 3:32 am on Thanksgiving Day, 1995. He was a little punk even upon arrival and wouldn't breathe on his own.... he wasn't blue or anything, he was actually quite pretty... he just didn't want to breathe so they gave him a "puff of oxygen" as the doc said, to which i responded by freaking out! WHY DOES MY BABY NEED OXYGEN? He was fine, just needed a little "jump start" as my dad said.... but this caused him to not be placed immediately upon my chest for immediate bonding- again, something I felt terribly guilty about for quite awhile. Again.... those expectations ... they fuck with your head.
So my first words when i was finally able to hold him and get a good look? "he has eyes just like mine!"
good stuff.
I tried to post a picture here but it wouldn't do it, so here's a link instead : )
http://communities.msn.com/DaysinthelifeofAsher/photoalbum1.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=56
sometimes i feel like i'm on the springer show with no stage exit. -my sister on "the family"