The best advice I ever received from a labor and delivery nurse was to write down my birth story within 30 days after giving birth, while my
wounds memories were still fresh. After that, the details become fuzzy, sleep fatigue sets in, and your best intentions fade away along with the pain memory of labor.
What? Forget what it’s like to be in the throes of labor? Ne-ver! But oddly enough, I went on to have 3 more kids after my first.
I did take her advice and if I was blogging back then I’m sure I would’ve posted all about it here. And I’m positive the combination of writing and the online community would’ve been awesome therapy and acknowledgment, because even though women give birth everyday, every single experience is unique and deserves to be heard. And not just my
daily occasional rant to my husband about what a martyr I am for bringing four babies into this world…in six years!
So this week on the blog, I’d like to share a few reflections on my birth experiences. They aren’t the actual birth stories I wrote down because those I keep
in a shoebox that I’ve been looking for everywhere for myself and my children.
I hope you’ll come back tomorrow to read how the physical and spiritual worlds collide during labor. I’ll follow that with my thoughts on home birth vs. hospital birth, the best push present I ever received, and I’ll end the week with a Pinterest-worthy post on mommy survival kits. At least that’s the plan for now. Wish me luck and take a trip down memory lane with me!