- that I would suddenly start to like olives and crave meat
- that nurses could argue with you whether back labour was "real" labour
- that it would hurt in the way it did
- that I would forget all the pain
- that there's a right and a wrong way to push and being told you're doing it "wrong" in the middle of a contraction can make you the angriest you've been in your life
- that that many stitches could fit in my "down there."
- that after 30 hours of labour, two vaccuum extraction attempts, and being born sunny side up a baby could emerge without conehead and look so perfect.
- that, yes, you do actually shit in labour and no one cares, not even you
- that they're actually born with personalities
- that everything I did while pregnant or in those early days would be fodder for my guilt if anything went wrong with my children
- that little people could be so loud
- that little people could be so stinky
- that little people could be do messy
- that they're not actually little people, despite having personalities and bodies and spirits, they will always be extensions of me and at each moment looking at them would hurt like I had lost a body part and cause great joy like I had created a masterpiece.
And also that the most important thing I ever did or will do is them and everything about them. Even if I cured cancer, they are what I want to be remembered for.
What didn't you know?