Or, My Birth Story.

I am a bit hesistant to write about it, because I know someday William will learn to read and I never want him to confuse my feelings about his birth with my feelings about his arrival in our lives. These are two very different things for me and I hope he will be able to understand that.

I have so much frustration and hurt and anger and regret about the birth though that I need to write this down to let it out and get on with my life. I know this may be rather intensely personal (also rather long), so if you're not interested in it please feel free to move along to the rest of the great big wide internet rather than telling me that I'm a sucky blogger or my kid is going to hate me or, even worse, that it was for the best, because I'll never know what would have happened if I had followed my gut instinct and waited a few more days, and what happened over the week around his birth does not in any way feel like it was for the best.