Babies are cute and cuddly creatures (well, most of them anyway) that are fun to hold until they become inconsolable (or squirmy as hell).
On Friday, February 5, 2010 I became an auntie. I rushed up to LA where I visited my sister just hours after delivery and I came away with one important thing imprinted on my mind:
FEMALE BODIES WERE NOT MEANT FOR SUCH TRAUMA
Though I have not yet had the pleasure of experiencing the pains of pushing another human body out of a teeny tiny hole, I’ve heard from @dooce readers that giving birth feels like you’re lighting your vagina on fire.
I’ve heard from some mommy friends of mine about other pleasantries regarding pregnancy, labor, postpartum, and breast-feeding.
Which begs the question:
When you’ve already lit your vagina on fire once, how do you decide on a second go-around? Is it true that you really “forget” the pain of it all? I can’t imagine that I would ever forget my sensitive parts being lit on fire.
Moms, you are so bad ass.
To all you mommas out there…
I leave you with some words from Billy Joel:
“We didn’t start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world’s been turning
We didn’t start the fire
No we didn’t light it
But we tried to fight it”