Well, I had an epidural. So it didn't hurt at all. Some people say they can feel pressure when it comes time to push. Not me. I had the infamous Walt, an anesthesiologist who really knows how to numb you. When the nurses found out Walt gave me the epidural they looked at each other knowingly and said, "You won't be walking until tomorrow." Even my doctor turned off the IV an hour before Porter was born once he heard the name Walt.
But that's beside the point. Labor. Okay. Recovery? Well, maybe I should have told them about that instead.
After going to lunch I mentioned the conversation to my mom. She directed me towards this lovely blog post that sums up 10 things you were never told about what happens after you give birth.
I read the article and laughed until it hurt. Why? Because it was all true. (If you haven't gotten pregnant yet, you may want to skip the article. Otherwise you may NEVER have a baby. If you are already pregnant, TOO LATE. If you've been pregnant, you too will laugh.)
When Nate came home from work I told him about the article.
Me: I read this blog post today about ten things you're not told about having a baby. It was pretty funny and true. It made me feel better about some of the things I did after Porter was born.
Nate: Like what?
Me: Well, one of them mentioned how you might be very angry with your husband.
This is number seven on the list: You might hate your husband. To set the record straight, I never hated Nate. But there were times I was absolutely livid at him, usually in the middle of the night. As the author of the post said, "you might stare at his peaceful sleeping face at 2 am and wonder what the hell the point of him is and how can [he]...just lie there sleeping like that while you try to get your baby to sleep for the umpteenth time."
Yep.
There may or may not have been a time or two when I very angrily threw the covers off of myself and hard onto him when I got up to tend to Porter. Or a time or two when I slammed the door as I took Porter out into the family room to nurse him. In the morning I'd feel guilty about my little temper tantrum and I'd wonder what was wrong with me.
So in the aforementioned conversation I told Nate how one of the commenters said she once was so angry at her husband in the middle of the night that she started throwing things at him. When he finally woke up he couldn't figure out why there were random things like shoes and books in the bed with him. It made me feel better to know that maybe my irrational slamming of doors was a hormonal thing, not just a bratty thing. And even if it was just bratty, at least other women had the same issue too.
Nate: (laughing) I'd forgotten about that. But I do remember now that you would do things like that in the middle of the night. I'd wake up confused and think, 'Did Katie just slam the door? She usually only does that when she's mad. And I didn't do anything!" It took me a few days to realize that might be the problem.
Exactly.
