25 years ago on tuesday,I gave birth after finding out I was pregnant on the Monday,and this was the Saturday
(I have written on another thread about having crushing pnd and how my mother treated me)
Anyway,I'd been in agony (which is why I'd gone to the doctors in the first place and found out I was ready to give birth)
I think they called it snp (the joints in my pelvis had softened and I couldn't walk-the pain was unreal)
I managed to stagger to the loo,couldn't 'go' and had managed to stagger to the spot between my bathroom and bedroom-i put my hand on the middle bedroom doorframe and shouted 'I want to FUCKING push!' (Thankfully I had a friend staying over-she raced up those stairs and tried to catch him,failed and he landed on the floor)
Taking away the sheer panic of his birth and what had just happened,the feeling of him shooting out,and 10 seconds later,his afterbirth (which landed on top of him) is the most satisfying thing I've ever felt
On a better note,for years I've had a spot under my armpit-I know it needs to come out when it gets itchy and I can't move my arm properly
Dp squeezes it,('its just a tiny blackhead love') a perfect ball of grey gunk pops out and the feeling of being able to move my arm again is up there with freshly cut toenails