It was when I said, “I felt like I was dying so I gave my baby a kiss goodbye”, that my pregnant friend started shifting uncomfortably in her chair.
It was the crescendo of my birth story and I had told it to so many people that I had become an expert at telling it for maximum effect. It was happy, sad, funny, solemn, and judging by the look on my friend’s face, absolutely terrifying.
Just as an FYI, while giving birth to my first child by emergency c-section, I had a little too much medication injected into me and lost feeling in my right arm and the right side of my face and felt like I was dying…
It’s normal to want to share your birth story with others. Giving birth is one of the craziest, extreme, life-changing things you will ever do. Telling everyone all about it is therapeutic. It’s all you want to talk about for a while. And people ask, even my unfortunate pregnant friend who looked decidedly like she was regretting her curiosity.
The telling of birth stories is also contagious. Recently at work, when our colleague went into labour, all the mums started word-vomiting their birth stories, much to the shock and horror of the non-mums who immediately cancelled any plans to have children as a result. If they could have gouged their eyes out and cut their ears off I think they would have.