I have started to think more and more about labour in the past few days, especially after I had my baby shower yesterday and heard other peoples labour experiences. It’s starting to dawn on me that literally anything could happen.
Since day 1 of pregnancy, I’ve sort of put the labour thoughts riiiiight to the very back of my head. Well, I had a long way to go until it was something I needed to think about right… so why scare myself?! But now, with only 8 weeks to go, I guess I don’t have any excuses anymore. Labour is creeping up on me and before I know it, I’ll have a baby coming out of my vagina. Like… sorry to put it blunt but its fact. Not to forget my pregnancy app is telling me that at 39/40 weeks baby is the size of a watermelon…like…who even… why would they tell us that?! Way to make us feel any better about the situation. I won’t even tell you my thought’s on the fact that my husband, the father of my child, was a 10lbs baby… with a bloody big head!
In the early days I always thought, it’s a woman’s nature to be able to pop a baby outta their hoo-ha, so it’s gunna be fine…. right? Let’s not answer that. We all know it’s not going to be alright at all. It’s never going to be the same down there ever again so they say. To be honest, I’m not phased about the aftermath so much… But god damn it I don’t want to tear during labour. Now THAT frightens me. Is there anything I can do before labour to help prevent this? Or is it just something that you can’t prevent if it’s your fate, haha! I’ve been told that the stitches after birth if you’ve torn can be more uncomfortable than labour itself. Blegh – let’s move on cus im freakin’ out!
Everyone I’ve spoken to have given me a completely different labour story and this is what really intrigues me about giving birth. I’m curious about being able to experience my own labour story to the point where it can make me quite excited. Then I think about the potential traumatic experiences I may face and then I get nervous. One thing I can say, is that whatever happens, happens. I am so lucky to be able to go though an experience like this, traumatic or not. I just hope that no matter what happens, we get handed a happy, healthy baby at the end of it.
And his name shall be Pablo. I’m kidding…again! Haha!