I am the mother of one child. One child. I am 37 years old. I am not giving birth anymore. I was always told from the time I was a little girl that child birth is this wonderful, glorious experience of womanhood. I was lied to. These women that filled my head with these false ideas lied to me. The actual birth experience was horrible. I felt like I had constant diarrhea cramps in a timely fashion. I could predict when they were about to start and when they would weaken I guess that was an upside. The pain killers wouldn't even work. I was always told that I would not remember the labor pains after the baby was delivered. That was another lie. I can feel the labor pains coming back just by writing this article about them. The focus technique, that they teach you in child birth class, only works if your family and your husband stays out of the room. The people that care about you don't want to leave alone when your in pain. They want to hang around and bug you so you're not able to do your focusing technique when you need to. When the pain killers start wearing off you really need to start focusing.
When the pain killers wear off is when your loved ones become annoying to you. You will say things to them that you do not mean. This will happen. You will scare your husband to death. You will hate your mother. This is the point when the love of your life will actually start to arrive. No, it is not the doctor that is doing the delivery. Your beautiful, loving baby will now be born into this stressful, scary and complicated world we live in.
Finally, the child is out. What seemed like a weeks worth of labor pains and endless visits of loved ones. The child final decides to make her debut. She is the most gorgeous child you ever saw. She is definately the cutest baby in the maternity ward. She will look at you with the most adoring eyes that you will get lost in. She is your daughter, she is my daughter.
