The Suprising Truth about Pain of Childbirth
Ok, if you are pregnant, or looking at having kids chances are you’ve heard someone’s storey about the birthing process. And chances are even higher that if you’ve heard a birth storey that you’ve heard about how painful it was.
I’ll be honest, I struggle with anxiety and I had people around me during my pregnancy that seemed hell bent on scaring the crap out of me when the topic of childbirth came up.
Some talked like the huge amounts of pain were badges of honor, others like you HAD to use the epidural to survive it, and the whole general theme was “lets freak out the pregnant lady while pretending we are helping”
So lets get one thing straight right now!
Having a baby can hurt, but it doesn’t have to!
The reason most people talk about the pain is
The people I talked to about what to expect when I went into labor had me convinced that I would know I was in labor by the amount of pain I was in. Yet when I actually had those first exciting contractions I had to be convinced it was actually labor. And it took my husband, and doula hours to convince me.
I’m going to tell you a happy
It’s not happy because at the end it was all worth it (even though it most certianly was), but it’s happy because I acctually had a little bit of fun and spunk in my first labor.
We had an uncomplicated pregnancy, and our labor and delivery ended up being uncomplicated too. After the experience I’ve had, I’m a firm believer that pain doesn’t have to be part of an uncomplicated delivery.
It was a
Feeling restless I got up and did what I love, I had a hot shower! Rocking my hips back and forth as the warm water rushed over my back and feeling like a million bucks I went back to bed.
Around 5am I woke again, knowing that the day ahead would be long I repeated the shower and again headed back to sleep.
At 8am hubs was up, and so was I. I was planning where we would go to pick up my nephews birthday gift as we had his birthday party to go to that evening.
Hubs told me to contact my doula, now here is where it got really fun and I kinda laugh at this now. Hubs had seen me having contractions, but I hadn’t felt them. My body was responding, but my brain was not registering that this was happening because it wasn’t happening the way I expected it to. I was so focused on the fact that the birthday party was that night that I never even thought kiddo could come then.
When he had pestered me enough I sent the doula a snarky message,
I was lucky, of the doula team the one that convinced me she could just pop by and see how things were lived close by. So to humor them all I said sure, pop in. But just for a visit then we are going to a party.
When she came by she flat out told me that I had 2 contractions in the 15 minutes it took her to get her coat and shoes off. Even in the face of her certianty that I was in labour I still doubted it.
The reason I doubted was the LACK of pain
Yes, you read that right, the reason I doubted that this really was labor was
And up until the point where I got into to the birthing tub at the birth center I don’t think I really believed that kiddo was coming that day. Things just didn’t hurt, there was an ache yes, but not this sharp stabbing instantly debilitating pain that I expected.
I belive I had convinced myself that everyone was all worked up over braxton hicks. But the midwife was pretty clear when she said “baby’s on the way” after checking to see if I was dialated.
And even after I was convinced that I was actually in labor I don’t remember it being a painful experience. Now I know people are going to tell you that you forget all the pain and things about the birth will be “foggy” but I’m not talking about a hazzy afterglow that made me forget the pain.
I’m talking about me knowing that this was a natural, normal process, and trusting that not only could my body do this but that it was made to. And I set
And I think a lot of it had to do with the fact that this was an uncomplicated pregnancy, labor and my mindset was such that I chose to feel things as a pressure instead of pain. And yeah there was
What I’m trying to say is that if we keep going into
The pain of childbirth…
I firmly believe that often times our minds are our own worst enemies. They create expectations and focus points that really hurt us in reality. And I think for many reasons the expectation of pain in childbirth is one of those points where we have gotten so focused on
That’s why I’m creating a series of posts focused around the positives of childbirth. And I want to hear from you! What happened in your birth storey that you loved? Did you feel empowered? Did you feel on top of the world? Did you feel pain and along side it a strength to not only handle that but power through it? I want to know, and I’m happy to share your storey with my readers. So shoot me an email, and lets chat.