It would appear that my consistency has only improved with parenthood … almost 7 months later, how the time flies!
I actually went into labor 2 days after my last brief post, and that is what this post is about. Don’t worry, there will be no gory details here. I just feel like people who haven’t experienced it, as a mother or a support person, can have no idea what labor is really like. I certainly didn’t 7 months ago!
The entertainment industry will never be able to fully grasp the experience of childbirth, even if it wanted to, which I am sure it doesn’t. Most of all because you simply cannot have a scene that long. Most movies have some version of some screaming, some pushing, maybe some swearing, but all in all after some heroic, yet brief effort out comes a baby, fairly tidy with no umbilical cord. That is not how it works.
Labor is a battle. It is a great effort of sheer will and determination. It doesn’t matter if it is long or short, medicated or not, at home or in hospital – it is a fight. A fight to bring a person into the world. It manifests differently for each person, but afterwards there are the scars of battle, no matter how it progressed.
I look back on that experience and feel like a total bad-ass. (sorry for the language, it’s the only appropriate word for it) I see other mothers differently – my friends & family, like we should all be slow-motion walking with an explosion behind us.
We should probably add the fathers in there too because I have been realizing that parenthood is the war of which our labor battle is just a tiny part. We battle to grow & birth a person. We battle against exhaustion & frustration to learn to care for a tiny tyrant. My current battle is with little white teeth that are throwing my norms into an upheaval. In the future, we will battle illness, annoyance, the outside world, ourselves, and our own child as he fights his way through growing up.
Don’t think we are alone, though. We have each other: our spouse, other parents, our parents, but most importantly our Heavenly Father. He is the one who can see us through; when we are tired, when we are frustrated, when we are lonely, when we don’t know what to do, when we feel like we have nothing more to give, He is there. And thank goodness for that!
Also, remember the spoils of war: the tiny miracle you hold when your battle is over, that sweet little face that thinks you are the best thing ever. Cherish the smiles and the snuggles, the laughter and the playfulness, the cutest thing you have ever seen in your entire life that makes you want to spend all of your time just staring at him. I love our new life and would never go back.
Parenthood is the greatest gift. It is the battle that I willingly choose every day. It isn’t easy, but it is so worth the fight.
Nap time is over; back into the fray!