The Truth About Childbirth & Labour: Uncut

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I’ve done it again. I recently gave birth to another tiny human. I secretly thought the only way I’d be going through pregnancy and labour again, is the half chance of popping out a baby with a fanny.

Well, fuck me. Knowing my luck, a penis emerged.

You might’ve thought that my first post in the series What They Don't Tell You About Pregnancy & Babies served as an excellent form of contraception for the female populace, or that my 10 Zero Fucks To Give Moments As A Mum deterred you from having kids. Ever.

Well, I think this one may be the mother of all contraceptive methods.

Not sure what to expect during childbirth and labour? I got you covered.

Are you ready?

I mean, are you sure you're ready? Because these points might just want to make you go tie your tubes.

 

DROPPING THE FIRST LOAD

Alright, no one told me that going for your first number two after you’ve just had a baby is comparable to trying to push Ayers Rock out of your rectals. It’s like giving birth for the second - or third time. After the placenta. Out of your bumhole.

Midwives are going to cheer you on while you hesitantly proceed to the hospital bathroom in unimaginable fear. Not only are you fearing for your life, but you hold the gravest of concerns for the health and safety of your rear-end orifice.

All of a sudden, you'll feel the strong urge to believe in something. Anything. You'll be praying to all the gods under the sun to send their blessings to your derriere, desperately hoping that the food you ate for lunch will roll out smooth as half melted chocolate. Amen.

That, ladies, is how I believe all religions began.

 

THE BITCH OF AN ITCH

Ever had an itch that you just couldn't scratch because it came from deep within your skin, or you're scratching away but just can't seem to hit the spot?

Lawd almighty, the postpartum itch was the worst I had ever experienced in my life. And it came from my body's core.

I was damn near ready to stick a back scratcher up my tampon tunnel just so that I could give my healing uterus the scratch of a lifetime.

 

THE RING OF FIRE

Ladies, UTIs ain't got nothin' on this inferno that ignites in your undies every time you go for a wee.

It's unfortunate that we weren't graced with dicks so that we can point our pee-holes away from the healing tears that childbirth brought about, so we are left with a raging bushfire every time we run to the loo to relieve our bladders.

But, oh no, the inferno party doesn't just hang around the vaginal scene. The party goes all the way up to your anus, because pushing a baby's head out of your vajoots leaves you with a connecting express pathway to your a-hole.

It's beautiful, isn't it? Well, not when it's in your nether regions.

 

ANY SURFACE YOU SIT ON WILL LOOK LIKE A MURDER SCENE

The floor, the bed or couch, and pretty much any surface you grace your bottom with, will wind up looking like the scene of a heinous crime.

That burgundy waterfall pouring out of your fanny cannot be contained. I repeat, CANNOT be contained. By anything. Not even the Hoover Dam.

It's like the biblical flood raining out of your cooch - you may even consider the construction of an arc so that you can save your family from this vag-pocalypse that has struck your household.

 

GATHER ALL THE ICE PACKS

Speaking of impending vag-pocalypses, the one thing that will save your life and put out the bushfire that's raging in your panties, is sitting on an ice pack.

You never thought you would ever shove an ice pack down there, did you?

I even considered booking a ticket to Antarctica, just so I could go sit and soothe my woman bits on never-ending shelves of ice. Or dip my behind into the bitterly cold waters so I could numb me bum.

 

TIT-ERECTIONS

The 'breast' thing to come out of labour and childbirth (apart from your bundle of joy), is well, the free boob job.

After birth, your body almost becomes one with your baby's needs. So if you're out on a baby-free day and having lunch with mates, your titties will bloody well know when it's time for a feed.

If you've ever wondered, as a female, what it's like to have an erection. Well, there you go.  Say hello to tit-erections.

 

DON'T COUGH, SNEEZE OR BLOW YOUR NOSE

Because that's not going to end well for your undies.

No one told me about pelvic floor exercises and the tragic fact that after childbirth, you will need to do these for the rest of your life if you want to prevent yourself from pissing your pants every time you laugh or cry.

No one told me about prolapse and the fact that your bowels (yes, your goddamn rectum and intestines) can collapse into your vagina and make that area its new 'hood.

So, remember to do your exercises, and if you must cough, sneeze or blow your nose - cross your legs. Tight.

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I may look cool as a cucumber here, but I was probably pissing my pants.

 

THE AFTER CRAMPS

Apparently, your uterus needs to contract to its original size post-birth. Okay, fair enough. I don't mind body bits returning to their original position and size - but fuck me. It's like having contractions all over again.

I mean, if there is a God, he really did not like the female species. I'm pretty certain that mofo is sitting up there eating popcorn and having a good ole laugh each time a woman goes into labour.

But the entertainment doesn't stop there.

Because watching her in recovery, wearing a pad the size of a surfboard, accidentally pissing and sharting her pants, experiencing tit-erections, leaving traces of blood on the floor, and kneeling over in pain from after cramps is equivalent to Netflix and Chill.

 

SO, WHAT DOES LABOUR FEEL LIKE?

Imagine your vag is getting struck by lightning. Over and over again. Then, Bruce Li walks over and proceeds to pummel you in the abdomen with his fists of fury. Whilst, simultaneously, Conor McGregor appears out of thin air and decides to Muay Thai kick you in the back.

Except you can’t tap out.

All the while, a furious and unstoppable desire to take the biggest and most epic dump of your life engulfs you.

That is what labour feels like. So, take the epidural.

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21 Responses

  1. Ada
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    wow what a informative post 😀 I don’t have kids yet but seems like its not fun giving a birth! 😀 But you giving new life to that little person so I guess the pain is worth it!

    • Tina
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      Oh, yeah! It’s all worth it in the end – all easily forgotten.

  2. Mindy
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    Thanks for being real. This sure includes all the details! No one is told anything so they need people like you to do so without any sugar coating.

  3. Mica
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    This made me laugh so much! You tend to forget all of it, or at least I did, as I went back for a second baby, ha! But some things stick with you!

    • Tina
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      Oh, for sure! We all tend to go back for seconds – the little bundle of joy is worth every second of pain. It just all seems terrible when you’re ‘in the moment’.

  4. Helene
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    Thank you…I needed the laugh! After three kids, 2 epidurals and Stadol via IV from the moment I cajoled the nurse as I entered the maternity ward…you’ve hit this one right on the proverbial hootchie nose!

    • Tina
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      Hehe glad you saw the humour in it 🙂 That’s exactly how I did it with my first labour. The midwife asked me whether I wanted morphine, gas or an epidural. I told her to give me every goddamn painkiller under the sun. Well done on doing it 3 times – I’m definitely going on a long hiatus after this second one.

  5. Natasha Raymond
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    haha wow. Um I already didn’t want to have kids and now I really don’t want them. haha! I wonder how some women can go through this so many times- guess the little bundles of joy are worth all the pain and suffering!

    • Tina
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      It’s all easily forgotten, and the pain is worth the bundle of joy. It just all seems very dramatic when you’re in the moment.

  6. You are hilarious! I do not have kids, but my girlfriends that do always say how there’s so much no one talks about regarding labor and post-labor… glad someone is being real! 🙂

    • Tina
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      Thank you! Although, sometimes it’s better not knowing so you don’t actually know what to expect. These are definitely things I found out for myself, but then again, I hardly did any research while I was pregnant – just went with the flow and got the shock of my life.

  7. Bailey
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    Well this sounds absolutely dreadful.

    • Tina
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      Haha dreadful in the most beautiful of ways. Our bodies heal and all is forgotten once we’re holding our bundle of joy.

  8. Vik
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    That was an amazing read. Loved every moment. My boyfriend and I were in stitches. Terrifying reality! however the need to be a mother makes me gloss over the terror. I guess it’s just something you’ll have to truly go through in order to be put of it.

    • Tina
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      Thanks so much! As terrifying as it may all seem – it’s all easily forgotten, which is why most of us go for round 2. And most of the time during round 2, we’re wondering WTF we were thinking going through it again. Us women are just terribly programmed. Bloody biology.

  9. Eliza
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    I’m past that age group now and so glad I never wanted children anyway and effective contraception/abortion was around to ensure that I didnt have any. I’m in my 60s now and that means I would have given birth to any in the 1980s (ie my 30s) and couldnt have readily googled for info. (as one can in the 2010s) and found out the real facts about childbirth. Looking back – it really feels like there was a conspiracy of silence of women who’d already gone through this deliberately not telling anyone what it was like in advance of getting pregnant. I do wonder if some of that boiled down to a sadistic “If I went through it – then you can too sister” thing going on in their heads. It is as well that women like you are being sisterly and warning other women and they don’t choose to get pregnant in blind ignorance of what childbirth is like. The next thing though is that you need to write an article about long-term effects on health and looks of women that have gone through childbirth. I only realised very recently that there are a huge proportion of women whose bodies are never the same again – and women need warning about that as well.
    If they then choose to have children anyway – then at least it will be in full knowledge of everything it entails.

    • Tina
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      I suppose there are pros and cons to everything. I completely respect and understand your decision to not have kids – children and childbirth aren’t for everyone. At the same time, we are all living in such a transparent world now, where we are informed and exposed to everything. The downside to that, is that we are growing up in a paranoid, nanny state and we feel the need to shelter ourselves and our kids from everything. Sometimes it is better not knowing. Although I am only detailing what I went through during one of my labours and post-birth experiences, it certainly doesn’t apply to all women. You are right about long-term effects though – our bodies never revert back to what they were pre-children, and that’s a great idea for my next post. Stay tuned 🙂

  10. Dinna
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    I laughed so hard:) same experience here. Childbirth feels like nothing compared to all the post birth trauma body gets on..My first question after I left the hospital was ‘ Why everyone is fussing so much about the birth and no-one talks about how horrible is after;) thank you for sharing and be real.

    • Tina
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      Haha thank you! I’m good at being real… and exaggerating. That’s the thing though, labour may only be, at the most, 20-something odd hours long. BUT, recovery pain lasts so much longer and your whole body revolts. Not just your abdominal and nether regions.

  11. MrsK
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    I’m with you on every point. Hilarious but very true

    • Tina
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      Thank you kindly!

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