THE RECOVERY after having wren was hellacious. i didn’t have a c-section {i did beg for one though}, and i’ll spare details {cause really, who cares other than the lady who just found my site by googling ‘why isn’t my third degree tear healing yet?’} honest hand-over-heart truth though, labor was absolutely not *that* bad, neither was delivery. sure the recovery was nasty, but it didn’t kill me. i’ve shared that with friends who ask because years back when i asked questions, the only thing i heard were horror stories and a big excuse to complain about something that sucked. yeah, child birth and everything else after hurts, but it’s not the worst. there are many other things far more intense – losing a battle with cancer, losing a limb, losing a child, a spouse, faith, hope in life…losing my brother. that is pain. i didn’t lose anything though, i gained a daughter. my train of thought is getting all emotional on you. alright, all that to say, don’t be scared if you’re about to have a baby.
for two months i was on motrin around the clock. the obnoxious thing about motrin is having to take it with food — a picture: middle of the night, searching for food to take with my next dose while holding a screaming, hungry newborn who is trying to latch onto my neck. i took advantage of the gift basket the hospital gave to us full of snacks – truly, nourishment during those ungodly hours up nursing miss piranha. one particular night i was so hungry i couldn’t see straight, and fairly certain i foamed from the mouth a little. the last snack bag in the basket had m&ms, pretzels, cheese-its and goldfish. junk, horrible awful junk i would have never eaten by choice in a million years. but my gosh it was an emergency, and it turned into my paradise. so good, pure, it saved my life. overcome with joy while eating the salty sweet combo, but crying from the pain of nursing, life was good again. and an added bonus i remember turning on mtv to find fantasy factory reruns. 2am, every morning, rob dyrdek, meaty, wren, me, and midnight munchies. good times.
anyway, i made the same mix for a friend who just had her fourth child. 100% processed, delightful goodness.
it ain't so bad! promise! kristin | 10:19pm on 9/6 this is so cute and clever! all of the stories about childbirth in my youth were horror stories too. having friends who have had lovely births and happy children now has lessened the intense fear i developed about having kids. it ain't so bad, right? right? danica | 7:07pm on 9/4
September 16, 2009 at 4:51 pm