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Our tech team has launched updates to The Nest today. As a result of these updates, members of the Nest Community will need to change their password in order to continue participating in the community. In addition, The Nest community member's avatars will be replaced with generic default avatars. If you wish to revert to your original avatar, you will need to re-upload it via The Nest.
If you have questions about this, please email help@theknot.com.
Thank you.
Note: This only affects The Nest's community members and will not affect members on The Bump or The Knot.
Re: November (and other moms)
I'm so glad you said this. I was beginning to feel like I fail as a woman.
I bet her FUPA's name is Shane, like the gunslinger/drifter of literature.--HappyTummy
Nah, you aren't alone there. I didn't find either of my birth experiences themselves to be life changing, though certainly the results of those births have changed a lot. I guess the best way to describe it is that it was cool, scary, and overwhelming, but I don't have that "I am a superwoman!! I gave birth!!" feeling about it. I wanted healthy children, I didn't want interventions (beyond the epidural) if at all possible, and I wanted to be treated like an individual and with the recognition that this is a big moment in a person's life, which my midwife assisted birth accomplished.
Shoot, I'm as sap and I didn't even cry when either one came out and I held them for the first time. It was more of a WOAH! Neat! moment.
YES, it did for me the second time. The epi was way too strong and I started panicking a few times. Whenever I would grab my legs to push it felt like I was grabbing two blubbery dolphins or something. With Maggie I could still move my feet and legs a little which made it less frightening.
Me neither. I was really expecting this big emotional moment, but really I was so tired that I was more like "Yay, he's born. I'll play with him later. I can sleep now, mmkay?" I was in a daze for a good thirty minutes while they stitched me and then the family came in and looked at him. I didn't even really register and get excited until I had eaten and slept for ten or fifteen minutes. The nurse snapped a picture of me right after he was born and before I had even held him. I seriously look like the bride of frankenstein. If we ever have "bad picture day" I'm whipping that puppy out.
I didn't feel emotional about it beforehand, which may be why I didn't feel the need to do a birth plan or anything else of the sort. But afterward, I was just in awe of what had happened, and still am.
The not feeling the leg thing is weird. I couldn't feel my left leg, and it kept falling off the bed between pushes. Either F or the nurse had to pick it up and hold it in place to push.