"Miss" isn't quite the right word, but I can't figure out a better way to say it. My birth was incredible, amazing, powerful and awe-inspiring. It far exceeded my wildest dreams. And yet, as time goes by and the intensity fades, it feels like it's slipping away. It almost feels like it was a dream, and it didn't even happen to me
. I know this is probably normal, and there isn't anything I can do about it. But this is almost certainly our last baby, so I won't give birth again. And it was just so incredible. I'm sad that I won't experience that again (no guarantee I would have a birth like that even if I DID give birth again, but you know what I mean). And I'm sad that it almost doesn't even feel like it was my birth anymore. I keep reading my birth story to help me remember and to make it feel more real. I guess I'm just grieving that it's in my past and will remain forever there. Is anyone else feeling like this? Sometimes I think I'm just kooky
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. I know this is probably normal, and there isn't anything I can do about it. But this is almost certainly our last baby, so I won't give birth again. And it was just so incredible. I'm sad that I won't experience that again (no guarantee I would have a birth like that even if I DID give birth again, but you know what I mean). And I'm sad that it almost doesn't even feel like it was my birth anymore. I keep reading my birth story to help me remember and to make it feel more real. I guess I'm just grieving that it's in my past and will remain forever there. Is anyone else feeling like this? Sometimes I think I'm just kooky
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, but at least one where baby comes out head first.







