Meaghan O’Connell, from What It Felt Like to Get an Epidural After 32 Hours of Labor, 2014. More.
Giving birth, the excruciating, brilliant, immediate essay by O’Connell that boiled my brains down last night. Subscribe to her TinyLetter and read it all, then never procreate. Or do.
She has a medical-identification tag that she clips to a silicone wristband — she has eight in different colors, which she mixes and matches with her wardrobe. On the back of the tag it reads, “Cannot feel pain — sweats minimally.
It’s been really, I don’t know what. Not fun, though a little fun. Satisfying? This has been an emotionally/creatively satisfying experience. I am trying not too think about writing about mom stuff too much. It’s a thing that annoys a lot of people and it’s not exactly valued by society but I am loving doing it and it’s where my head is. I feel like I have something to say, even though who am I to say it, et cetera. What’s been fascinating is the little bit of ire I have seen has been from other moms. They’re like, “Such drama! When I gave birth…” then they proceed to tell their story. Which is what we all want. So fuck anyone who objects; I’m doing it.
Don’t listen to those dopes: we love mom stuff. I love mom stuff. Hearing other people’s birth stories is great, always. (“It’s a boy!” announced the doctor, when my first child was born. “No,” said the nurse standing next to him, elbowing him out of the way. “It’s a girl.”)
More mom stuff, please.Sep 22, 2014