Whether your baby enters this world through natural labour, c-section or riding the crest of a wave on the back of a dayglow unicorn – it really doesn’t matter.
For me, the prospect of giving birth was far worse than the reality. Despite reading every baby book under the sun, attending a multitude of antenatal classes, buying pretty much every baby care product Mothercare had in stock, extensively researching the best cot/bedding/car seat/travel system/monitor/steriliser/breast pump/nappy cream/nipple cream/wet wipes/TENS machine/ways to have a joyous pain-free labour – I foolishly overlooked one thing: just how much I’d love my son. Nothing else comes close. Nothing. At all. Ever.
So, the single most important truth about childbirth that I wish to impart, is this: