The Empowering Nature of Childbirth
Yesterday I found myself sitting in the dentist’s chair at 9am about to have a root canal. Yup, I know, fun right? I can think of ways I’d much rather spend a Thursday morning: in bed with a cup of tea playing with a mini Munchkin? Much more preferable. Or how about in bed with a cup of tea, a mini Munchkin asleep, and a quiet, calm wake up? Ok, ok, a girl can dream.
Pre-Baby the dentist terrified me. So terrified that I didn’t go for almost four years. Then I ate a crazy amount of fruit when I was pregnant and the pains began. I kept denying that I was actually in pain as the thought of going to the dentist filled me with utter dread… But I ended up at the emergency dentist around 5 weeks ago, and the rest is history.
As I sat there in the dentists chair I repeated (in my head): “It can’t be worse than childbirth. It can’t be worse than childbirth.” And you know what? It wasn’t exactly pleasurable, but it wasn’t even close to the pain of childbirth.
I’ve found myself repeating this a lot recently; when I’ve been nervous, when I’ve been scared, when I’ve been sad – I remind myself that I gave birth.
I did it.
It seems so surreal now; like it never happened. The memories have faded, making it seem like it was a subliminal dream. A (rather painful but incredible) figment of my imagination.
But it did happen.
I gave birth to a perfect little person. I grew her in my belly. I pushed her out of me with all my might.
I did that.
And I continue to be her mother. Be strong for her. Love her unconditionally.
It gives one such a sense of power knowing what one is truly capable of; what one can really do when pushed to the very limits. Stretched in unimaginable ways.
So yes, I’ll admit that I’m still pretty scared of the dentist – it doesn’t help that mine is a bit of a prick. But you know what? I can get through it. I will get through it. I’m not saying that I welcome root canals, don’t be silly! But since giving birth I feel like I can conquer most things.