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Labor with my son was disturbingly painful. I remember the feeling of total panic, and of trying to get away from my own body because it hurt so bad (much worse than the discomfort they discussed in the childbirth class. Bastards.). I think fear played a huge roll in that though, as I was in a hospital and surrounded by people I didn't want anywhere near me.
Labor with my daughter was a breeze thogh. I was totally relaxed, knew I wouldn't be going to a hospital, had instructed the midwives to leave me alone in advance - and actually napped between contractions until transition. I experienced more pain a few months later when I tripped over a toy and sprained my big toe. Seriously.
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