My birth story
So, finally after 2 and almost a half year I finally thought "yeah, i think i can do this marathon". I'm referring to my birth story, which I thought I don't really need to document, and I've read a lot about from other people, and that I thought it's fine, I will spare everyone the details of how I laboured for almost a day, and that my son does not need to know how I suffered happily (neck deep in sarcasm here) to get him out. Seriously, the only thought that comforted me that time was "it will all be over soon. it will not last forever." Funny. I am writing now because I am challenging myself to write about something concise. And that because I want my son to read about this when he's old enough (because he can read now, and it will only be a matter of months before he can read a story by himself. oh boy, can he read.), and maybe come back to it when he needs to be reminded and assured. That I am a sentimental shmuck, and I deman