Every mother loves to tell her birth stories and I am no different.
My oldest was in fetal distress and so I had to be induced with him at 36 weeks.
It took me 45 minutes to push him out.
He was born going pee.
He peed on the doctor and on me.
And then two years later came Gavin.
With Gav I didn’t realize how far I was in labor until I arrived in the hospital, got in a bed, looked at the nurse and groaned, “I have to P U S H!”
She examined me and noted that I was fully dilated and ready to push.
It took 20 minutes to deliver Gav.
He came out with a perfectly round head because he spent no time in the birth canal.
So 45 minute and 20 minute labors.
Not too shabby.
Personally, I have no idea how women can handle labors that last a long time.
I’d be begging for a C-section out of sheer exhaustion.
There is a downside to having very fast labors.
My chart was flagged for fast delivery and the nurse told me that if I had another baby, it would probably arrive in the car on the ride to the hospital.
Also, I can’t guilt my children by telling them how long I was in labor with them.
All I say is, “Do you know how MUCH it hurt?!”
I recorded both births.
Yes, I did.
Not your typical side shot of the mother delivering the baby.
I instructed my mother to record the birth right where all the action was happening.
I watched the births right after the boys were born.
Then on their 1 year birthdays.
And I gotta say, those deliveries are pretty gross.
I see why people take sideways shots of babies being delivered.
It’s sort of a juicy, fluid-filled, mucus plug, gross out fest.
But in the end, I had a 7 pound 2 ounce baby boy and an 8 pound 5 ounce baby boy to love on.
And life was never the same.