Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Maggot Toe & Childbirth: Part D'oh!

They say you forget pain and healing just takes time. I must be broken because I vividly remember my attempt to amputate my toe, just as I remember every second of that hell wrapped up in a pretty ribbon and called the gift of giving birth. Now before everyone staps on their Mommy Killing Heels, let me preface everything I am about to tell you with this: I adore The Girl. Love her more than any one of you can imagine. She was worth every gained pound, stretch mark, pain, gray hair, negative budget months and everything in between. Even though she has picked an eight year degree at one of the most expensive colleges known to Jeebus- I still love her. I will expect free Veterinarian care for life. So will my pets. That aside, having experienced childbirth, I would like to ask which part of stretching my skin, patience and lady bits within an inch of their usefulness is a gift?

Funny Friendship Ecard: Someone give that screaming whore an epidural. I'm trying to get drunk over here.The entire business is a cruel joke. Those first few months you get awesome hair, glowing skin and the best chesticals a woman could want. Then you reach the last two months and you realize this child birthing gig is no gift but a wildly cruel punishment for giving too good of a blow job to your husband (or whomever the baby daddy is). Your skin suddenly resembles a nuclear disaster, your bikini area requires a machete to trim it, you have uncontrollable flatulence, your ankles blend into your thighs and your butt hole is pushed out and resembles a giant brown Hostess donut. And as if that is not obnoxious enough, every female within a 50 mile radius has to tell you her own birthing story and they are never just okay. Nope- they either had a four week labor, ripped their special places from naval to tail bone and have to spend the rest of their life in Depends because they can't hold their pee anymore, or worse, their labor was a breezy fifteen minutes, their abdominal muscles snapped right back into place and  lying whore  she felt zero pain. I felt pain. Incredible pain that had me screaming, summoning Satan and threatening an epic massacre via speculum to all in the room. I  screamed so loudly and fiercely that my Doctor announced it was epidural time because the other women in the maternity ward were freaking the fuck out and requesting to be moved to a more quiet floor, like the morgue, to give birth.

Funny Sympathy Ecard: Sorry your vagina was stretched all the way to China and that we all saw you poop on the delivery table.
More annoying than the pain was all of the lies I discovered I was told by other women: you can breath through the pain, stay focused, you'll only feel pressure "down there" and enjoy the miracle of birth. Really bitches, because this is how my experience went: I could not breath, my stomach was cramping so badly that if I didn't know I was about to drop a kid out of my ass that I would think I maybe drank too much water in Mexico. My ass felt like it would explode into a technicolor spray of cheeseburger, Pepto-Bismol and ice chips. And because screaming like a banshee wasn't humiliating enough- it seems every one forgot to tell me I would poop on the table, and possibly the doctor. Thanks for the heads up, glad there was an audience. Whores. I could swear I heard a giant rip, subsequently merging my vagina and cornholio into one giant flesh wound.  As a result of my lady business stretching so much- I was certain I could hold one side in each hand and glide like a flying squirrel out of the 5th story hospital room and land safely in the county jail after I murdered everyone. Bonus- I got stitches and a quick inspection with a hand mirror revealed my new frankenpussy. Glad that healed. Eventually. Yep, looks like my excruciatingly painful memories of childbirth have been stifled out by the gift of motherhood. Well, that and several hundred barrels of whiskey.

Read "Maggot Toe & Childbirth: Part One" here!

P.S. Guess who figured out how to make her own Someecards? I'm dangerous now!


  1. BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA! If I wasn't already pissing my pants involuntarily due to the squealing mass of awesomeness I birthed a few months ago, this post surely would have made me do it!! You should write a birth manual for doctors to hand out in their offices. Better yet, hand it out as a method of contraception. Hell, if I knew the truth I would have had my uterus removed when I was 16!!!

  2. Are you still looking for people to donate gifts?

  3. Absolutely Stella! Find me on FB at http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/How-To-Skinny-A-Cat/183192321725639 or email me at catrainwater at gmail dot com!