These first pictures are of my daughter's birth. It was a 14-hour, fairly uneventful labor, augmented with pitocin and AROM (despite going into labor spontaneously and contracting regularly), followed by an epidural and vacuum delivery.
I had an IV with continuous fluids and was confined to bed.
I look puffy and exhausted. Happy, but not elated. And that was how I felt. Drained, tired, beleaguered and glad it was over and I had my baby.
These pictures are from my son's birth. I was even more sleep deprived by the time he was born, having been through 6-8 hours of early but normal labor, 18 hours of prodromal labor, and 2 hours of very intense, active labor. It was all spontaneous and intervention free. It was the most difficult physical work I have ever endured.
But I look ecstatic, wide awake and very connected with what had just happened.
Both times I had greasy hair and no makeup, very unglamorous. But yet, I see the victory in the second set.
Shouldn't every woman feel like that?