My daughter's birth was strenuous. I labored the entire day and the baby wasn't tolerating labor very well. Honestly, neither was I. Her heartbeat kept dropping during contractions and each time this happened I had to roll my massive body into a new position to relieve whatever trauma was bothering Madison in utero. After that, her heartbeat would return to normal.
Until late in the day, when her heartbeat dropped and I changed positions a few times but it didn't help her. Ten to 15 doctors and nurses rushed into my room and prepared for an emergency C-section. One of the nurses had a brilliant idea, "Why doesn't she try laying on her stomach on this bean bag chair?"
At this point I had been laboring for eight hours, I was catheterized, epidural-ed and I had wires coming from places wires do not belong. I was in no mood for this, but as I've learned many times in the last six years, a lot of mothering involves doing things you aren't in the mood to do.
Wearing nothing but cords and a hospital gown, up I went on all fours, my stomach resting on a bean bag chair. Have you ever worn a hospital gown? You may recall hospital gowns do not close in back and because of this you typically don't want to be on all fours while wearing a hospital gown. I gave 10-15 members of the hospital staff, plus whoever else was called up to see the spectacle, quite a show that day.
As I kneeled there waiting to see if my baby's heartbeat would return to normal, I began to cry. Logan leaned in saying, "It's going to be all right. I know you're scared."
I yelled, "I'm not crying because I'm scared!!! Would you look at me?" We shared a good laugh over that, with the room of 100 spectators.
Now explain to me how, after all that, I am still horrified by wearing a bathing suit in public?