So I am not here this weekend. I am off celebrating and having a really good time sans children. So I have given my blog over to one of my very good friends, Momma from Live. Laugh. Pull Your Hair Out. If you don’t know her, you should. She is fabulous! One of my daily reads. I love the way that she looks at life and her photos are just awesome.
So with out further ado, here is what Momma has to say about childbirth and her safe haven.
So with out further ado, here is what Momma has to say about childbirth and her safe haven.
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A wonderful gal asked me to guest post on her blog while she goes away and parties with other cool bloggers.
How dare she?
I thought about discussing these cool bloggers and how they are the “clique” that everyone wants to be friends with but no one measures up to. I also thought about bad-mouthing them all
while they are there and we are here at home eating bon-bons in front of the TV.
while they are there and we are here at home eating bon-bons in front of the TV.
But that would be wrong.
So I give you this instead.
So I give you this instead.
I have figured it all out.
After 30 agonizing months of pregnancy, many, many pounds of weight gain, hours and hours of painful labor and hormonal hell, I have figured it out.
I have figured out why I had two more children after having my first.
Sure they are cute, fun to dress up and make life worth living, but now I know why I went through the torture to get them here.
The hospital stay.
Yep, you you read that correctly.
I enjoyed being in the hospital.
A lot!
I call it my Safe Haven. My Comfy Place. My Retreat.
Think about it. You have just endured months and months carrying this beautiful babe and then very painfully delivered him/her and it is over.
Except now you have your healthy baby in the comfort of a hospital where the majority of people around you know all about babies.
They come and check on you every once in awhile.
Some chat. Some don’t but that’s OK because you enjoy looking at your beautiful baby more than talking to them anyways.
There is no cleaning to do.
No cooking.
No parenting other children.
No running errands.
No worrying about how you look.
All you have to do is admire your baby, watch some television, walk down to the kitchen area to grab some food and stay in your pyjamas all day. You have visitors coming to admire your newborn and some even bring gifts.
If you’re lucky, some of those visitors will tell you how great you look.
Some won’t.
But that’s just fine, because you are in your Safe Haven. Life is good. All is well in your world.
Except for the sore boobs.
Bleeding body parts.
Uncontrollable tears.
and
No sleep.
But it is all worth it. Even after your hospital stay.
When my children are beating the crap out of each other and calling one another names I have never heard in all of my 34 years, I remember my Safe Haven and how much I enjoyed it.
Because I am never going back.
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