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Greg Evans
Jul 02, 2017
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Warning: This article contains graphic details about childbirth.
By now, we probably all have a good idea of what child birth is like.
If you haven't witnessed the miracle in person, you would think movies and television would have dramatised it pretty accurately.
However, if Zoe George's account of birth on The Subtle Mummy blog is anything to go by, then the movies are very, very sanitised.
Firstly lets give you some context.
The birth of Zoe's first child had been overdue by two weeks and, according to her, that baby wasn't going anywhere.
Eventually it came time for her to be induced but that took a lot longer than expected.
This child did not want to come out!
No amount of raspberry leaf tea, curry or brisk walks were getting this kid out of me.
He had maxxed his time in there and my appointment to be induced was made.
It was great; I did my hair and makeup, packed my bag and drove down to the hospital with my husband, excited that I was going to meet my first baby.
I went into hospital on a Thursday night at 8.30pm and he was born SATURDAY MORNING at 4am.
That’s a long weekend!
Zoe tried to give birth to her baby naturally but that wasn't working and doctors and nurses were now starting to get a bit concerned.
With the baby's arrival due any moment the doctors had to take drastic action.
Please if you are in anyway squeamish, we encourage you to stop reading now.
Still here? OK, here goes.
It was all on – no time for an episiotomy (where they cut you so you so you don't split and two holes become one).
So they tore me.
After a couple of pushes baby Ari was born and the ordeal for Zoe was over.
Disappointingly, Zoe's husband was unable to capture the special moment in a photograph but there is obviously a good reason for that:
Later, when I asked my husband why he hadn’t taken any pictures with our new camera we had bought specifically for the occasion, he said there were too many people in the way.
These days he retells the story describing what he saw as similar to that of a massacre/blood bath type of scene.
The midwives and doctors told me I lost a third of my blood and, even though I refused a transfusion, I almost didn’t have an option.
Although they managed to stitch up the tear the problems didn't end there for Zoe.
When she returned home she had problems with breast feeding, urinating and sitting on the toilet.
Even sex became a traumatic event which was especially bad as they were trying to conceive their second child.
Eventually she consulted a gynaecologist who advised her to go through the trauma again with her second child, in the hope that the vagina would be re-stitched more carefully.
The whole process gave Zoe a condition called vaginismus which she describes as follows:
It’s basically when your vagina has had enough so she over tightens your pelvic floor muscles so much that nothing is allowed in.
She puts up a brick wall against all intruders and no amount of banging will break down that wall.
Lovely stuff.
Thankfully it turned out for the best and the birth of baby Ambrosia was nowhere near as painful or bloody.
Although she is still not 100 per cent, Zoe admits that this is an important issue that more people should be aware of.
 I told this story to raise awareness of the issue, it was a hard one to share.
I am putting the most private information out there for the world to read.
Yes, I did put a funny spin on most of it, but that’s how I tell all my stories.
If you can’t laugh at life then you cry, and crying aint fun
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