mrsveteran (mrsveteran) wrote,

Thought for the day: A different kind of war story

If you've ever been pregnant (or known someone who was pregnant for the first time), you'll probably have noticed how other women with children seem to love telling the new mom-to-be about all the horrible things that have happened to them, their friends, their mothers, their grandmothers, etc. You know the deal: here's the poor woman, waiting for her blessed event.

Maybe she's gotten past the morning sickness. (If she hasn't, the stories will be all about the terrors of morning sickness and how I couldn't keep ANYTHING down for three months and they had to end up putting me on an IV and we're still paying off the hospital bills and I barely survived but I'm sure you'll be fine, hon.)

Maybe she's well on her way and is as big as a house -- or feels as though she's as big as a house. (If she isn't, the stories will be all about how HUGE my sister Sarah got, and had to wear a back brace and couldn't get out of bed at all for three months and gosh, you're such a tiny thing, it'll probably be SIX months for you.)

And of course, there are always the labor stories. A co-worker of mine is pregnant with her first, and we were talking about labor. Now, I've sat through labor with a friend (for over 18 hours because her husband was an abusive SOB, but that's beside the point), but haven't experienced it myself. I've always wondered why it seems that women try to bring up the most horrible things when talking to a new mom-to-be.

"And why do people always want to tell pregnant women the most horrible labor stories? Every time I know someone who's about to have their first baby, I always hear people telling them stuff like 'Oh, yes, I was in labor for three solid weeks, and the baby came out sideways and dislocated both my hips, and I had to be in a wheelchair for six months,'" I asked her, "What IS it with that?"

I don't know what I was expecting her answer to be. Probably along the lines of, "Oh, I know, I wish people wouldn't do that." That's probably what MY answer would have been. Instead, she surprised me with the following, which I think is a beautiful insight, and which I'd like to share with you:

"I actually read about that in a magazine," she replied. "It's like men and war stories: these are our special war scars, something, though scary, that we are proud of. May scare the crap out of new mothers, but if I wasn't around Alzhiemer's and elders and the end of life, I was around my family and friends giving birth. I like to hear the stories, actually I like to hear women tell stories that mean something to them, as opposed to the usual, meaningless stories about their vehicles or shopping sprees and junk that just doesn't matter. Birth is a personal story, and the emotion some women give their story is touching and real."

I'd never thought about it that way, but it seems so true. In a way, it can be reassuring rather than scary in the sense that you can think, "Gosh, if she went through ALL THAT, mine is bound to be easier," or even, "Hey, if she could get through it, so can I."

It's something that is ours alone, as women, where we can take pride in the strength of each other.

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