First of all, thank you for trusting me with the story of what's probably one of the biggest days of your life. My own son's birth ranks up there with the day I met my partner, the day we eventually married, and my attendance at the NKOTBSB tour in 2011, so please know that I'm humbled that you'd be willing to share yours with me. I cannot, however, promise that I'll be able to turn off my inner monologue, because there will most certainly be things I'm thinking while listening to your birth story. However, I will do my best to channel my elementary school manners and be a good listener while you're sharing all the intense, emotional, possibly gory, definitely incredible details.
Perhaps I'm especially sensitive to other birth stories because I'm currently pregnant with my second baby. No matter how hard I try, there's a realness factor I simply can't shake when it comes to the nitty gritty details that I hear from other moms. Before I know it, I will be experiencing another labor and delivery, so these stories just feel, well, personal (and potentially ominous, depending).
Though I've already been through childbirth myself, logically I know that all births are different. In other words,I know I can't expect that same experience all over again. I'm still susceptible to nerves and fears, as well as optimism and excitement. So, you can assume that, while I'm listening to you, my mind is being bombarded by the following things: