She's about to go into labor, but here's the harsh truth no one ever wants to tell you
Shaylynn Totolo 4/20/2016
Awe, the incredible journey of childbirth. Something so amazing, so heart wrenching, so overwhelming, so... painful. A strong, beautiful and fiercely powerful woman grows and sustains a human life for nearly ten months to then push something the size of a watermelon out of something the size of a lime. Beautiful, right?
Let's just say it like it is ladies, it's hard. It's hard to grow a baby, both mentally and physically draining on your body and mind. The worry of if you are doing everything right. The aches and pains of creating a tiny human. The lack of sleep, oh the lack of sleep. God's way of preparing us for what's to come.
Then It Gets Harder.
Then one day, as you go about your day, wondering when this little nugget will make his appearance, blissfully unaware of the torture that is to come, your water breaks, or you start having gut wrenching contractions that feel like someone is trying to rip your uterus out. Spoiler alert, they are.
It's Long, And Short.
Everyone always talks about how long labor is. "Oh, I was in labor for 24 hours... Yadda, yadda, yadda..." And it is, it's long. The first 23 hours are so, so long. But then, all of the sudden the baby is coming and you panic. It all came too fast. You aren't ready for this. Cross your legs, maybe that will keep him in a little while longer.
After months of childbirth class, hours upon hours of planning, reading, researching... It has all come down to this. Here we go. Epidural is in, birth music is on, nurses are prepping all kinds of strange equipment, and your husband (God love him) has your knee to his chest. No turning back now.
You push that baby out like it's your job. And in the process you push everything else out too. Yep, you poop. All part of the beauty of it ladies. You also push out all kinds of random things you didn't even know existed in there. Clots, fluid, other things I still don't know the name of. And not just while you're pushing either. One minute you're just sitting there staring at this beautiful new person you created and the next you're feeling something leave your body. It's not exactly comfortable, but trust that it's normal.
After all the poking and prodding you get to nurse your baby. Let me be the first to say, it's not as easy as it looks. Not as easy as it looks my friends. Nursing is hard work. It takes patience, lots of pinching (from you, your baby, lactation consultants) support, and some luck. As if enough of your body hasn't been through the ringer already, next up: the nips.
Modesty is officially out the window after you have a baby. Perfect strangers have seen every inch of your body under the most stressful of circumstances. Game. Over.
You're A Mother.
No one can prepare you for the completely overwhelming, all encompassing, heart the size of a mini van amount of love you will have for that child. All the pain, all the discomfort, all the unpleasantries just don't matter. You made a little human, you created life. You are a strong, powerful woman and God blessed you with the gift of being a mother.
And after all that, you get to go home and play the "Am I doing this right?" game for the rest of your life. It's scary, and stressful, and the most wonderful thing a person can do. Congratulations mama, now you know.
Oh and P.S. be careful when you sneeze, you pee a little ;)