Hello everyone,
Some of you may not know this, but over the last 9 months, well, I was pregnant.
So, one second degree laceration, 12 stitches and a vulvar hematoma later, I'm finally home with my baby boy. I gave birth 10 days ago, if memory serves me correctly (I'm still floating around in the ether, I'm so sleep deprived that everything feels bizarrely oneiric, as if it's been just one extremely long, continuous day).
This was the hardest, most atrociously painful experience of my life, one which I will never forget (unless I develop Alzheimers or something) - I cannot fathom nor put into words how horrific the pain actually was - the closest I can describe it is being ripped apart in two from the inside and then suffering a violent surge of electricity through your sinews before each wave of contractions subsides.
Motherhood is a surreal experience, especially in the beginning (for now at least, we'll see how things develop in the future). I still haven't quite rationalised that I am in fact a mother now - I'm traveling on autopilot. When the realization hits me, it'll probably send me reeling - So for now, I'm simply trying to reassess and heal.
Still, through all the pain, the constant bleeding, the deformity of how pregnancy leaves your body, there's a wondrous glow in my arms now, a tiny, living, breathing baby who knows nothing of the world except his mother's love.