Before I was ever even pregnant and then increasingly during my pregnancy there were a few things I believed about labor that simply weren’t true. Whether it was paranoia or, in some cases, wishful thinking – I’ll never know. But for those heading to Preggy Town I’ll give you the honest observations of a new mom.
Myth #1 – I’ll have a fast(ish) labor.
My baby was low, I was dilating and effacing early, my mom had three fast labors.
Truth – I woke on a Monday morning with serious contractions. Wilder was born at 4 pm Wednesday. Seriously.
Myth #2 – I would be full of anxiety and likely endless waves of panic attacks once faced with labor.
Truth – I was scared and yet utterly calm deep in my soul (absolute divine intervention). Speaking in front of a group and I need a tranquilizer … Giving birth not so much.
Myth #3 – I would seriously weigh the choice to get an epidural due to the possible side effects.
Truth – They could have put the needle in my forehead and I wouldn’t have cared. In fact, they could have asked me to insert it myself using a compact mirror one handed and I gladly would have. In fact six weeks later the site causes me pain. Totally worth it!
Myth #4 – I would be worried about Daddy Bedgood being “over exposed” so to speak during the pushing phase.
Truth – He saw a lot. I didn’t care. Still don’t. And by all accounts he remains unphased by the whole thing (or he’s going to a hypnotist behind my back to erase the images burned into his brain). Either way I’m blissfully unaware.
The whole labor and delivery while harrowing is a doable thing and I know now how amazingly specific God answers prayer (I asked for a “manageable” l&d and got just that) and how true it is that it’s so so beyond worth it.