How to embarrass a mother...

I am fortunate enough to live minutes from a really awesome hospital, UCSF, which is a teaching hospital. Meaning that at any given time you feel like you are in some TV show with all the young, beautiful doctors around you. When I was getting ready to have my baby there happened to be heaps of amazingly attractive male doctors around, all kinda my age and just so ….great, right. I was generally a little scared and worried during my pregnancy, wasn’t sure what things were, and as they always told me it’s better to call and come in if I’m not sure or something feels strange, which I did, I guess a lot. For a while there the nurses at L&D would jokingly say, “oh the girl with the gas pain is here again…” oh well, it’s all on me. (btw we all know that that type of pain can really hurt and I didn’t know what was going on there for a while…) So when I was over a week past my due date and something started, well, seeping out, I thought my water had broke, I was so sure and excited about it, and went in. We got assigned to an amazing nurse, but first they had to check that my water had in fact broke.. and I got the bad news, from one of the hot doctors, that no, there was no water broken, it was just incontinence. After that, and the subsequent birthing experience, I feel like I was so maxed out there was nothing that could embarrass me. Almost three years later I’m not sure that’s true anymore, I guess time fuzzes things, but every once in a while I feel tempted to challenge the idea..

Motherhood changes you doesn’t it, grounds you and allows you to let go......