I had my first daughter 16 years ago. I was a scared 22 year old who had spent 4 1/2 months on bed rest. Yes, i said 4 1/2 months!!! After spending 17 hours in labor and then an extra week in the hospital due to an infection of some kind, all I remember from the experience was my then husband ate a lot of hospital soup. I was upset because I couldn't go to a BBQ that my doctor said I was able to (remember 4 1/2 months of bed rest) and it was Memorial Day and my mom, a Doula, grabbed some snapshots.
Several years later, my younger daughter was born - who happens to be turning 12 today. I was older and in more control of my birth situation . . . yet still spent several weeks on bedrest. With my mother by my side, my husband stuck at work and my older daughter eating Cheetos in the corner, I gave birth to a feisty little girl that even the doctor said I had a few more hours before she made her grand arrival. LIES! LIES! LIES! It was pandemonium . . .And I have the pictures to prove it! We look back every now and then laughing until we cry.