Hang on tight this coaster is soaring up to new heights!
I remember the first time I was pregnant and thinking birth reminded me so much of a roller coaster ride. Coarse I didn’t pay $54.95 for the admission and there would be no cotton candy, funnel cake, or long lines to wait in.
What made me think of roller coasters is that it felt like a long, LONG ride to the top and then the unknown. I had taken The Bradley Method of Natural Childbirth, an intensive 12 week study course, but I had never been through labor or birth before. I didn’t know if it was going to be those types of coasters that brings you to the top and kind of circles around like a cork screw, or the type that brings you to the top and then shoots you back straight down, or worse the ones that hangs you from the top, where you see what’s up ahead, then drops you down only to put you into a g-force spin. (I envision the Griffin at Busch Gardens with that one)
The feeling after is just like it too. The baby is out, you’re getting cleaned up and you realize YOU DID IT! The same self confidence of conquering the coaster overwhelmed me. That rush of endorphins and what an incredible consolation prize you get to take home. Most time you have to pay $20 for the T-shirt.
Each birth has sort of felt like this, just not as intense. Each labor and birth story is different, just as there are no two identical coasters.