I get to give you advice about anything I want. I thought about this in the shower the other day (I do some of my best thinking in the shower), and I made myself laugh out loud. I wanted to communicate this to you all, so I’m going to make it fit with today’s “Every Day in May” post.
I labored for like 23 days (ok, only like 36 hours, but still. I was a mess) and I hadn’t had anything to eat except for some water and a sniff of lavender essential oil when I threw up right before I decided I
wanted needed WANTED an epidural.
The last thing on your mind as you bring your baby into the world is food. At one point, my dula told me to eat a few almonds and I probably would have rather been in labor for an additional 3 days, at that point. Yuck, FOOD? Absolutely no way.
Anyway, next to the sheer joy and out-of-body bliss that you experience when they set that new babe on your chest, the best moment of my life was the amazing nurses bringing me a menu and telling me to order “whatever I want”.
I couldn’t even wrap my mind around exactly how free to abuse these calories I actually was, so I ordered an oriental chicken salad and a cranberry juice.
All wrong, Corianne.
Next time, I’m doing it right: cheeseburger. Fries. Milkshake. Cheesecake. Chocolate chip cookies. Coke. And maybe even an order of BBQ chicken nachos from the restaurant on the waterfront that I love, a few blocks away.
No food will ever taste better – or be so well deserved – so enjoy it. Abuse it. Live a little.