The first time we visited the office of what would become our midwives for an open house, we were very gently told a few alarming things. We were told that we would spend the next two years in a state of profound exhaustion and there was nothing we could do about it, and we were also told that labor would not be the hardest thing we would ever do for our child. I think that they were pretty much doing the same thing coaches do when 150 kids come out for tryouts and only 4 spots are available. They were trying to scare away those among us that were not really committed to an unmedicated birth before they wasted their time on us.
It may sound strange, but I actually found the idea about labor not being so difficult in the grand scheme of things to be very comforting and useful. It became a sort of mental mantra during those parts of labor that DID feel like it might be living up to the top five difficult things of my life.
The midwives were mostly right about both warnings. I spent the next four years in a state of profound exhaustion, and labor was not the hardest thing I’ve done for my kid.
The hardest thing I’ve done for my kid is going to the North Pole Ice Park in mid-December when the weather is more than twenty below for TWO YEARS IN A ROW so that she can be a good and happy little Girl Scout!
It really is just the worst.
If you are curious, the clothing breakdown goes like this:
Rolo: Long underwear bottoms, jeans, snow pants, long underwear top, sweatshirt, jacket, scarf, gloves, hat, two pairs of socks, winter boots.
Dawn: Long underwear bottoms, jeans, snow pants, long underwear top, flannel shirt, fleece jacket, windbreaker, scarf, knit gloves, outer gloves, two pairs of socks, winter boots, one stocking cap, one wool cap.
As usual, our core temps remained solid while our toes, fingers, and faces were hopeless.