I don’t have the “Pinterest Perfect” images I thought I might capture during my labor and delivery (you know, a la Kate Middleton). But these images are invaluable to me and was all thanks to my amazing doula for being able to multitask. They are raw and real and capture the energy of the experience. What I’ve written here is not everything I remember from that amazing day; I could write more about expectations, conversations with my nurse and the choice to encapsulate my placenta. But those are stories for another time.
Well, I should clarify, this is not MY birth story, but rather, my son’s! *insert some serious side eye*
Like any lover of good stories, I love me a good birth narrative. It’s got great story structure built right in: an obvious beginning, middle, climax, and then an end. Even when I adamantly didn’t want children, I still loved this narrative. And it’s time I add mine to the history books.