A Comedy of Errors
Childbirth is a bit of a blur for me. I do remember it hurting a lot, and I do remember how grateful I was when it was time for the epidural, but other than that I have a hard time recalling the actual schedule of events from both times I was in labor. I read somewhere that it’s common for women to forget the pain and such from labor because if we remembered we would probably never do it again. That makes sense.
I do remember one thing about my labor with my son, or at least, right after he was born. I lost a lot of blood, so when the nurses led me into the bathroom for the obligatory proof that my body was functioning well enough to pee I remember sitting on the toilet and telling the two nurses that I was feeling a little woozy.
Side-note: If you have never been in labor before, you might be cringing at the thought of peeing in front of two nurses. Trust me…by then, you won’t care in the least.
Back to my story. So there I was, woozy on the toilet when the next thing I knew there were about eight nurses huddled around me and I had the strangest feeling like I’d missed something. Yes, I had passed out right there on the toilet, and apparently the nurses had to break open two containers of smelling salts before I woke back up. They helped me back to my bed and we all had a good laugh about it, and to this day it’s one of my favorite stories to tell about going through childbirth. My husband, of course, doesn’t think the story was quite so hilarious because he was a little scared by the whole thing. He was sitting in a chair holding our son when it all happened, and he didn’t like the experience of not knowing what was going on while a bunch of nurses rushed past him and into the bathroom. I get to laugh about it though, because how else can you react to passing out on a toilet?