9 Months Off Skates: The Derby Pregnancy Blog, Part 6

There I am! The most pregnant I ever was! So pregnant that I snapped this shot in between contractions just for you, gentle readers

There I am! The most pregnant I ever was! So pregnant that I snapped this shot in between contractions just for you, gentle readers

Blog six: The big baby moment

I'm not going to write out my whole birth story here. It was magical and fantastical and I advise all parents to stop sometime in the first two weeks and try to write down everything that happened or you'll forget it as you drown in your own sleep deprivation and dirty diapers. 

I will tell you the funny parts - at one point during my three hours of pushing, my midwife complimented me on my progress. I was very strong, she told me. My sister, who was holding my hand at the time replied for me: "Well, she does roller derby." 

I've never been much of a badass on the track. I'm not known for my big hits, fast feed or apex jumps. Non-derby civilians will tell me that it is badass that I play derby, but I usually just nod and politely think "it's just a contact sport--it's not the Hunger Games."

But in that moment, hearing "well, she does roller derby," made me feel strong as hell. I wasn't just some lady trying to pass a human being through her, I was a Badass Roller Derby Player who does Super Human things all the time and this ain't nothin' compared to where I've been and what I've done before*. I wasn't tired. I wasn't ready to cry because I was so sick of pushing. I was Susan B. Frickin Slamthony and I could do this!**

*Again, none of that is true. I don't do super human things and giving birth is hella harder than anything I'd even imagined. 

**That feeling lasted for about 10 minutes and then I still had to push for another hour before delivering. But it was a nice rush while it lasted. 

#96 Susan B. Slamthony