My mommy who was tall and skinny and usually ate like a bird, said she "hovered a table of sweets" while in labor and "vomited like a volcano" during and after my birth. She went through a lot to make me and to raise me. No one would have faulted her for giving up, but she never did. My first was something close to an emergency c-section. High drama, rushing, terror, tears. Poohead is still my challenging one, but also my most sensitive and loving. Second was easy peasy, scheduled and standard. And turned out to be a wonderful, kind and delightfully and peacefully standard child. Some ppl probably think they're gross or boring, but I love birth stories. Share.