The fact that as women we grow HUMAN’S inside of us is never not fascinating to me. I have grown two of my own (with initial implantation from my fella, must give credit where credit is due) and I still look back and often think “did that really happen?”. We are fucking Unicorns, we are magical and incredible and WOW!
The way that humans exit our body is also beyond marvellous. I do, however, worry that sometimes when us chooks share our birth tales with each other that sometimes their is underlying comparison happening. I was so curious of other’s birth stories before I had my own, I wanted information and details and the horror and glory. I realised once I had my own baby that sometimes while sharing my birth tale with other mum’s a similar age to me, that often we would add in justifications for the drugs we did or didn’t have, the length of labour, the way it felt after the baby was born etc. I became aware of this pretty quickly and it felt icky. It made something so fucking awesome somehow feel competitive. Do you know what I mean? When you hear a story, you often can’t help and share your own and that is an awesome thing, just when it comes to growing and birthing humans our tales are all so different and how ever we do it still makes us bloody rock.
I loved talking to my good pal Chrissie Swan about before she gave birth. This video is when she was pregnant with her third child, Peg. Chrissie did what was right for her and the end result was a beautiful…a healthy happy little bubba.