Labor & Delivery Pt. II
It was time to push. My loved ones were holding my legs up to help me. Everyone was coaching me on how to push. One of the nurses said to push as if you were pooping. So that I did, and that I also did. That's right, I pooped when I gave birth. I'm not ashamed, trust me, at that moment, that was the least of my worries. Not so much for the other people in the room though. Not the medical professionals, they've seen it all, I mean my poor family. My husband seemed ok, but my poor sister, she did not take it well and in the middle of my pushing, she just leaves me. I was a little like "where the hell is she?", mainly because my mom couldn't hold my leg up by herself. I was a cranky lady, I can admit that. I told my sister I wanted the nurse to stop talking, I got snippy with my mom, I think with my husband too. It was just a mess. I wanted everyone to shut up. At one point, the doctor asked me if I wanted to reach down and touch the baby's head and I