She's almost one.
I feel as though there was life before birth, and life after birth. Obviously life has completely changed anyway since having my first baby. Just the fact I've had a baby makes life completely different. But her birth was so overwhelming in so many ways, that I just can't help but dwell on how she actually came into the world.
It was 50 hours from first contraction to the moment she was born via ventouse and episiotomy. I had been sent him from hospital twice before they accepted me in. I had no sleep in that time. I was so shattered. I ended up with an infection and haematoma in my stitches. I was so bruised and swollen. I was in so much excruciating pain for so many weeks after. It got much worse before it got any better.
Why do I still think about it every day? I haven't spoken to, met or heard of anyone who had the type of labour I had. But we anytime I spoke with midwives afterwards I was assured it was normal. They told me it was normal to feel as though there were heavy bricks in my pelvis for months after delivery, to not be able to turn right or left because my body was so tense and sore,to be bruised black down as far as my knees, and so swollen my bum was twice the size it usually is. I know people have much worse deliveries and I'm so lucky to have a healthy baby. But for something so beautiful and perfect, she came into the world in such a brutal way.
I really want another baby but so afraid this could happen again. Physically I've healed but it was a long road to recovery and so hard because I've met noone who seems able to relate to this. So over being so hung up on her birth :(