On Monday, I touched on something briefly that I realized should really be the subject of its own post. I said that my wedding day was the best day of my life, NOT EXCLUDING the days my daughters were born.
“YOOOOOOU MONSTER!” (That’s you all yelling at me with disgust.)
Well, I’m gonna ignore you because I think once you put your wedding day and the day your baby was born in head-to-head competition, you’ll have no choice but to agree.
For instance, do you suppose the best of your life would be spent dancing to Sly & The Family Stone? Or doubled over in excruciating pain? Toasting with a glass of wine? Or being shot with a five inch needle in the middle of your back? Expressing your love and devotion to your husband? Or screaming that you’re going to murder him if he doesn’t stop complaining that he hasn’t had anything to eat? Feeling sexy in some silky lingerie? Or feeling like your vagina might touch the floor if it wasn’t for a pair of oversized gauze underwear with a puppy pad folded inside?
Let’s do some comparative analysis, shall we?
Yep. As I suspected, my wedding day still comes out on top.
If you think about it, a lot of days probably beat the day your baby was born. The day you found a $20 bill in the pocket of an old jacket, for instance. Or the day you found a brand new Burberry umbrella in the back of a cab. It had just started to rain and you felt like the luckiest person on earth. Or what about that time you stumbled into Whole Foods and it just happened to be Sample Day?? That was AWESOME.
Ask yourself this: Would you rather repeat the 24 hours surrounding the birth of your baby or that time you watched an entire season of 24 on Netflix in one day?
As amazing as the birth of my babies are, it still included a lot of stuff I’d rather forget. Plus, it’s pretty hard to beat any day that included eating an entire tray of pigs in the blanket by myself.
What was your favorite day?
Check out Mazzy’s birth story and Harlow’s birth story.
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Eloped to City Hall after making my future mother-in-law cry that we were eloping to City Hall (later finding out that she thought I was pregnant … I was not) and had some pizza and beer to celebrate. First birth textbook best labour and delivery in the history of the universe. Second birth total opposite hence no more kids ever – but was after three long long long years of secondary infertility, so all was forgiven.
So for us? I would say it’s a toss-up … (though my husband is most appreciative that each anniversary all he has to remember is to bring home pizza and beer! 🙂
Hah! You never fail to make me laugh!
I’d put my wedding day over the day any of my kids were born..3 labours, one induced (14 hours later she was born) and then two csections the last one being twins born at 30 weeks..talk about freaking scary! I’ve also had worse days, our second daughter (first c/s) had a heart defect and went for open heart surgery at 1 weeks old..and at 4 months she passed away due to surgery complications. Our son (one of the twins) passed suddenly at 3 1/2 months..also a horrible day. So over all the birth of my kids is right down the middle in the grand scheme of ‘best’ and ‘worst’. I’d be so happy if those were the worst days I’d had to do.
Rock. The Fuck. On.
I would chose the birthday of my kids over my wedding day any day! Not only was it the most joyous moment to me to see the cute tiny little baby for the first time after nine months in my belly, but I was also ecstatic about getting my body back. As far as my wedding day goes, it was the most annoying day ever! We went to the hitching post where we got annoyed by a guy with a mono tone voice who made us want to walk out and never get married who had pictures of his grand kids sewn inside his jacket pockets and didn’t stop talking about them for what seemed like forever and I did not end up with one good picture of is getting married so there really is no proof other than the marriage certificate and the forever burned memory in my head of the guy with the annoying voice. To top it off we were given money to be able to go stay in a hotel for the night when my husbands starter in his truck went out and we were forced to spend the money for a hotel to get a part for his truck so we had a vehicle. So yep. My kids’ birthdays no matter how horrible I looked or how much pain I was in, were the best days of my life. 🙂
Thank you! My wedding was a long list of people annoying me, and it saddens me to think that is supposed to be the best day of my life. I can’t wait fir my son to be born, and we are not letting anyone near us for two weeks to make sure no one steals our moments.
Hands down, the day my daughter was born. I LOVED being in labor and givin birth (I shit you not). As soon as she was born I asked my husband if we could do it again… not just the baby bit, the whole 5 hours of euphoric labor and the amazing feeling of delivery.
My wedding day doesn’t even make my top ten. Or 100.
(mind you it was a shotgun wedding and we’re now happily apart, so obv wouldn’t count as one of my favorite days).
I think you might be insane! LOL But rock on!
I had an outdoor wedding on an abnormally cold day. I was 5 months postpartum so I looked fat and my boobs leaked. My mother in law had a pout on her face the whole time and my baby screamed through the ceremony. I would say that they are about tied. Lol
I’m not married but I also do not count the birth of my son as the best day of my life. He may be one of the best things that ever happened to me but I don’t really remember that day from the whole 15-hour-labor-3-hours-pushing thing nor do I think I want to. I had lots of better days, many of them including him!
I’d have to agree with you, despite the part of my wedding day where the groom filled (yes, to the top) an empty bottle of champagne with his own pee in the limo, en route to the reception…
I’ll admit, my wedding day was amazing and your chart is very convincing – but the birth of my children wins hands down. I have four kids and each of my three deliveries were completely different. My first was naturally induced by breaking my water, epidural at just the right moment, baby born right after, Easy and perfect in every way. The second was water breaking in the middle of a restaurant with 10 of my family members present, police escort to the hospital with a car full of people and c-section for identical twin girls. The final was pitocin induced, 11 hours, no pain meds, excruciatingly painful delivery. But in each case I LOVED how strong my body felt and, of course, the reward at the end in holding my child (or children in the middle case) for the first time is a feeling that can’t be topped. The look of absolute pride in my husbands eyes at what I’d accomplished that day beats the tears in his eyes as I walked down the aisle as well. I’ll take that over good food, looking pretty and close friends any day. (Although those all run a close second….. I’ll give you that. )
I laughed so hard at this part— “Or feeling like your vagina might touch the floor if it wasn’t for a pair of oversized gauze underwear with a puppy pad folded inside?”=– that my co-workers came into my office to see what was so funny/if I was okay!
Totally agree! Wedding day was amazing. Birth of my son an incredible stressful event. I was induced because he wasn’t growing well, had to wait in triage for 5 hours for a room to be available while I watch his heart rate have decels. I am a nurse anesthetist so I know way too much about the whole process so I was stressed out the whole time. 12 hours after delivery, my darling little baby choked on his own spit, held his breathe until he turned a nice dusky gray and got admitted to the NICU. So um yeah, an day where I was in the best shape of my life, had great hair, makeup, and clothes, pledged my love to my husband, celebrated with my friends and family, ate amazing food, cake, and drank great champagne wins hands down.
. I love my son but the whole pregnancy and birthing parts were not fun.
I would for sure pick my wedding day over the day my baby was born. Wedding day: Yummy food, dancing, sex. Labor day: 15 hours of labor followed by a C-section, followed by an infected incision follow by surgery a week later. No sex. I choose wedding day!
I’m with you! I got married in Italy in Rome and had a 7 course meal afterwards that ended in a rum cake that was more rum than cake and us bar hopping the night away, it wins. My first child was born on the 4th day of an induction via c/s, I just wanted my damn baby already and for the nightmare to be over!
I agree completely, totally, 100% with you. I have always said my wedding was the best day of my life and then felt guilty for not including giving birth to my boys. But seriously, I had so much FUN at my wedding. I’d relive that day every year if I could. I cannot say the same for childbirth. I liked the end result, but it was not much of a party going on until the end. Miserable at the start, one shiny happy moment of seeing the baby for the first time, and back to reality with recovery. Um, yeah, wedding day hands down!
This graphic is among the funniest things I’ve seen on your blog. Good work. My wedding day was not cake and vineyards. It was fun and exciting in its own way, but your alternative-best-day scenarios compete with my wedding day easily.
Best day ever? I don’t know. Kid 1 would be up there, but now I remember that I honestly thought I would not survive the night following her birth. I was so tired and she didn’t sleep and the damn nurses, etc. While Kid 2 was welcomed with as much enthusiasm as Kid 1, the ensuing hemorrhage and corresponding interventions really felt like a sucker punch and took that day out of the running for best day of my life for sure.
At your wedding folks are all “You look fabulous!” and “It’s your day! Do what YOU want.”.
At L&D-day… “Suck it up and push even though you feel like you are being turned inside-out slowly. Oh yeah, and don’t forget to breathe.”
Yeah… wedding day hands down…
WEDDING: Breakfast for dinner, dancing, friends, makeup, tears of joy
BABY BIRTH: No breakfast before a c-section, couldn’t feel my legs all day, no friends allowed, no makeup before a c-section, tears of joy AND pain, bruised nerves from said c-section, shooting pains for 3 weeks from c-section, perfect and wonderful baby-that may/may not be ours since I was knocked out for her birth and my husband wasn’t allowed in surgery… Yep, wedding wins hands-down.
My wedding was pretty cool, but I was stressed out, worried that everything would turn out okay, since I planned it all. My second labor and delivery involved 6 hours of labor, and 7 minutes after going to the hospital, the baby showed up. And recovery was amazingly fast. (The first labor and delivery – I felt like I was hit by a Mack truck). I have a lot of reservations about all of them, but I guess the second baby’s labor and delivery FTW. Still feel guilty about being in denial that it was real labor for those 5 1/2 hours. :-/ Sorry baby. At least you were drug free.
Honestly, its a toss up for me.
I had the easiest L&D ever (and I thank my almost 2yr old for that frequently). No pain until 8cm! only 1hr of pushing.
On the other hand, my sister totaled a rental car by crashing into a tree outside the wedding hall on my wedding day (thank goodness no humans were hurt – but she killed the tree). Also my father showed up half way through the ceremony, but luckily we had planned for my mother to walk me down the aisle.
My clothes and the food were far better on my wedding day – but it was really stressful!
I would only say that my son coming into this world was the best day because I got to meet him for the first time, but forget the pain. That shit was awful.
I’m not married yet so maybe when I am that’ll become my favorite day.
God I love your blog!! So hilarious and always on point. I loved the day I became a mom but my kids wouldn’t be here without my marriage to their incredible dad. Our friends hosted an out of control wedding after party that had us out til sunrise celebrating! The hangover recovery was remarkably shorter than the recovery for both my labours so wedding day has to be the winner!!
So, I like this post and glad a friend commented on it. I feel that every person has a different story and therefore has a different reaction. To judge you about your experiences when you didn’t cause harm to anyone is absurd.
Also, both days sucked monkey b@lls for us. Too many things went wrong for both events.
Keep being you and everyone can just get over it!
Ha, love it! I don’t romanticize child birth, it sucked (especially the first time). Wedding was intimate, gourmet and overlooking bluffs in Scotland. Definitely tops child birth. But meeting those babies, definitely better than the honeymoon.
You’re awesome!
I was induced on a Thursday afternoon and gave birth Saturday evening. Even if I had thrown up at the altar, my wedding would still win. It was beautiful and perfect. My daughter is awesome and I love hear to pieces, but those three days (and the LONG recovery afterward) were not.
I would easily throw myself another wedding than pop out another kid. Sure they’re expensive and stressful, as are kids, but your analogy and reasons are spot on. Wedding day wins.
I’m not even MARRIED but I can name any number of dates that were better than the day I spent all 36 hours of it in labour after three days trying to be induced. Oh, wait, there aren’t 36 hours in a day? All five of those days can stay in the past where they belong!
(Disclaimer I love my daughter blah blah blah ad infinitum)
I appreciate your honesty and I’m completely with you. I love my kids and I know it kinda makes me a bad mother/ person overall for saying this out loud, but my wedding wins hands down. On the mornings of both of my babies scheduled c-sections, I was a nervous wreck. I wasn’t allowed to eat anything, had a needle shoved in my hand and then another in my spine, and then proceeded to be sliced open and sewn back up. I didn’t get to hold my babies because I was strapped down and shaking from the epidural. Then I threw up. WITH STITCHES IN MY BELLY. By the time I was actually coherent to know what was happening and physically hold my newborns, it was the next day.
The morning of my wedding I was pampered and polished, wore the most expensive gown I will ever own, told by my love he would die for me, dined on the finest food and wine, danced till dawn, opened 100 envelopes stuffed with money, and then went on an amazing vacation. Wedding wins:) Judge all you want.
Though I will say, the day I found out I was pregnant for the first time was nothing short of magical.
After 10 years of dating…on a beach in Maui…three drinks surrounding me all day…family and friends from Sydney, Italy, NY, California…feeling like a princess in my wedding gown..dancing all night under a white tent with lanturns…marrying the love of my life= the best day of my life!!! But.. I love my kids more than the wedding.
well seeing as my husband got mad at me on our wedding day.because i said his face felt like a baby’s bottom!!! cuz it was so smooth. yes true story… ill take giving birth to my 4 children,… over my wedding day… and btw we were married 20 years…and he left me for a older and very ugly woman who has $$$ he chose that over his wife and kids… so no my wedding was not the best day of my life.. my children were!!!!
I rather the pain and everything that went with my children being born over the thrown together wedding my (now ex)-husband never really cared about anyway. I wore a dress that was too small, had calf high black chunky heel boots, pulled a tourist off the street to stand in as a second witness (no guests, my friend bailed, my family lived in a different city, and he never told HIS parents the date) and we had a reception and someones house who I didn’t know but he did, our officiator and his friend knew. Yeah my children totally outweigh that nightmare.
I think if I had a wedding like yours though, it would have outweighed my kids by far. Pitocin sucks, and not being able to hold my kids until they were HOURS old REALLY sucked. My kids were both 34 weekers and NICU babies. My oldest in the NICU for 9 days, my youngest (who was 12.2oz heavier) was in for 1 day shy of 3 weeks. I STILL take those days as the happiest days compared to my wedding day.
For the record, when my oldest was born, that was a better labor and delivery than my second… but both outweigh my wedding.
I am a hopeless enthusiast and even if I had some pretty good days in the past I feel that my best days are still to come.
Love your logic. Wedding day was awesome. Labors were painful and I really don’t like feeling like my vagina has been turned inside-out. And I agree with pp, wouldn’t have the babies without that man waiting for me at the altar. He rocks. And he also makes gorgeous babies.
That is the best graphic ever!! I can’t way that my wedding day was my favorite, nor the traumatic birthing experience of my babies. Hmm, this is an excellent question.
One more note… I am very happy to say the best day of my life was our wedding day. No apologies for me!!! I wish it for every women and mom. And my 2&3 yr oldl will watch the dvd with me all day long. 🙂
Child birth sucks.
Dancing, eating, and looking glamorous is where it is at! I would relive my wedding if I could!
Wedding, hands down. I had more control. The birth was the start of all loss of control. Now I don’t even pretend to be in control. Just go with it, all the glorious chaos…
No question, my wedding day wins. My daughter’s birth was excruciating, even with an epi. Granted, the days following her birth, including the entire first year, were almost euphoric for us….but we had an amazing wedding day.
I guess I’m in the minority; I choose the day my son was born … because I’m happier with who I was as a person on that day than I was with myself when I got married (even though I’m still mostly-happily married to the same guy).
I think you lost some perspective when you chose – the wedding only happened once and only for that one day are you that happy. Sure you can reminisce, but can you really recapture what you were feeling that day?
While I liked my own wedding well enough, it’s my children that make me happy every single day. I’ve put a lot of work into raising them, and my joy with them only grows.
So one day happiness vs lifetime…hmm, I guess for some of you it’s a tough choice. Just a sign of the times really. Vanity and “fun” usually win out over what really matters nowadays. Being shallow is the name of the game, and that list really highlights it.
Take your shallow attitude and shove it. Have a nice day.
I visit this site a lot, and have to agree with what you’ve said. Jest or not, I couldn’t give a shit less about my wedding dress, or any of that other stuff that came with it. My birth was hell…17 hours, emergency c-section, etc. At one point I literally thought I was going to die (dramatic, but true), but without all that I wouldn’t have my daughter. I would walk through hell for her again, and if I got to have her then that walk through hell would be the best day of my life if it ended with her.
I don’t agree with the shove it part, Illana. So, just wanted to throw that out there, but more so what you projected in your post.
I think you lost some perspective when you read that list, she’s not saying she loves her wedding day more than her children, she’s not even saying that the moment she said I do was better than the moment she met each of her children, she IS saying that her wedding day was way better than the day/s she spent in pain, in a hospital, giving birth. And in doing so she is showing (to me at least) what silly things society (in general) needs/wants mothers/parents to say to ‘prove’ they are good parents. Ultimately anyone with sense knows life isn’t a competition, and that this list is meant to be read with a sense of humour. Also, she’s right. ????
“So one day happiness vs lifetime” – but that’s NOT what she said at all. She compared ONE day to ONE other day (and chose right I would say!)
Yeah, I’m going with the birth of my son. For two reasons: 1) my wedding wasn’t all that. My husband and I planned it only a couple weeks beforehand, it was small, and very low key. It was a good time, and was very meaningful to us, don’t get me wrong. And b): without getting into the details, my birth experience rocked. Sure I was sore and stretched, but I also felt on top of the world. What a rush, meeting my baby for the first time.
You probably should go ahead and stop reading this blog, right? Seems as though you’ve got life in order already and probably don’t need to waste your time reading posts by a pretty hilarious, but not-always-perfect mom.
Have to point out your logic too.: Yes, your wedding is one day – that joins you and your husband together for a lifetime of happiness. The birth of your baby – brings your baby to the world for a lifetime of happiness. So… I might be dense, but I guess I don’t get it.
The days my kids were born were HAPPY days, but great? No. I even got a bonus day of labor because they tried to induce once and the kid didn’t. Come. Out.
And actually,I think I enjoyed my brother in laws wedding day more than mine. We left the kids at my folks, flew to Florida, got dressed up, and partied like morons without any the stress of being the main attraction. Plus we were over joyed that BIL got hitched. That was an awesome day!
Oooh tough one. If it wasn’t for my wedding day more than likely I wouldn’t have these darlings. If I say birth then I’d have to pick which one was better right? Yeah don’t want sibling fights over that. Can I just plead the 5th?
TOTALLY. AGREE.
Wedding day hands down! Also, most other better-than-normal days. I really can’t relate to the ladies that had a wonderful birth experience (mine was traumatizing). But I do admire those moms (some of which are my friends!). 🙂
Wow. It’s sad that for many people childbirth was something they want to forget. But it doesn’t have to be. By making research-based choices (as opposed to fear-based choices) childbirth can be so wonderful. If I could pick a day to live over again, I’d choose either the birth of my second child or my third. There was incredible homemade food, cookies, cheeses, champagne, music, dancing, and incredible ecstasy. More people could have that kind of birth if our culture didn’t preach fear and malign something that can be so beautiful.
What is the divorce rate in the United Stats?? 😉
I would very much love to relive the 24 hours surrounding my children’s births. Even the preemie/breech/neglected and abused by staff/knocked out with anesthesia emergency. In fact, perhaps that one even more.
I ate two cold hotdogs for breakfast today, and I would pick this morning over all four of my kids’ births.
HAHA!!!
Ahem. I had the easiest births ever and I still think the wedding day was best. Wedding day: skinny, 24 years old, $800 outfit, tons of booze, awesome dinner, 300 people having a blast eating & dancing. Birth of my children: not skinny or 24 years old. in fact, fat & bloated. and in agonizing pain. Nasty-ass sports bra and yoga pants from Target. Wedding day: worst part of life is doing laundry for a hairy, stinky man and thinking up what to make for dinner. Birth: now there are numerous people creating gross laundry and needing to eat 24/7 and ALL of them will throw a fit if there isn’t anything available that meets their standards. I could go on, but I won’t. 9 years later and I’m still mad.
ha, I just clicked the link to this- I don’t think I read it the first time. (maybe cause I has a screaming 4 week old at the time :).
but yes, I would def. agree. especially for baby #2. his delivery went from regular old labor, sitting on a birthing ball to emergency ‘crash’ C-section with my husband banished to the hallway to freak out by himself.
I can joke about it now, but yes, I would always put my wedding day way ahead of that awful day any time. sorry for the wet blanket
I am sure, for some, the current status of their marriage might be a deciding factor here…I got wedding day all the way.
I had a really easy labor experience compared to what I was expecting as a first time mother. My water broke first thing in the morning, my contractions didn’t start until we were in the car on the way to the hospital (I had to wait an hour for my husband to get back from work which he had just gotten to) and it was a total of eight hours start to finish. There were things about my wedding I wish I could have changed, or that I had planned out better. I love my daughter with all my heart, and that was for sure the most amazing day of my life!
Agreed! My wedding day was the funnest day of my life. My child’s birthday was the scariest day of my life. They were both life-changing for the better. If I had to relive one, it would definitely be my wedding day. But that doesn’t mean I regret having my son, I love him more than life itself. And it wouldn’t bother me one bit if my mother thought her wedding day was better than my birthday!
Both days, I was most afraid of fainting. Looking back, I would love to have fainted during labor. Wedding was the best, HANDS DOWN, because I called the shots. That wedding led to the terrifying, anxiety riddled day I had my son. Son is the best result of said wedding, but his birthday was not my most shining moment.
I agree. On my wedding day I was happy ALL DAY. On my daughter’s birthdays I had just about every emotion there was, fear and anxiety in the majority. However I count the moment I heard my second daughter cry as the happiest moment of my life. My first daughter I was relieved, but was still so unaware of what the future would hold and not yet understanding how happy she would make me that I wouldn’t necessarily say it was the happiest moment.
Hands down the day my son was born!!! I had a very long, but super easy labor and an amazing quick “push time”. Doc said 8 1/2 minutes is unheard of for a first timer with no meds. lol Here’s to it being the same when our second is born in a few weeks. As for the wedding… I love my husband with all of my heart, but I regret every single thing about my wedding. Nothing went right, every thing was a mess, EVERYONE was pissed at everyone… My mom was seconds from punching his mom, fist back and everything. Thankfully she was pulled off her at the last second. His mom caused ALL kinds of drama, oh, the list goes on. Both my Dad and one of my other moms (friends mom I’ve known my whole life) offered us $1000 to go to Vegas. Not a day goes by that I don’t regret not taking them up on the offer. Horrible, I know… We have had an amazing almost 7 years of marriage and I would marry him a 1000 times over so long as it doesn’t involve another wedding. LOL!!!
Being one week away from having my first child I must say this post has officially scared the shit out of me. I’m not sure I’m ready for any part of what is going to happen and as I have stated many times during these 9 long sick months I wish it was still 1940 and I could go in and go to sleep and wake up with a baby. But I agree with one response it may be a toss up I am getting my body back. I have thrown up 7 of the 9 months of pregnancy. So now that this post has scared me I will decide in 6-7 days which is the best day of my life.
The day overall? Totally agree, wedding was AWESOME! The only thing that stops me from saying it wins without any reservations is matching the moment of saying I do and the moment my son was put into my arms. At both of those moments I was so insanely happy that it felt like my heart was going to explode. Literally, my chest hurt and my cheeks felt like they were going to cramp from smiling so hard! I was numb so I didn’t feel the pain and I had this disgusting yet beautiful little guy clinging to me while I locked eyes with my husband and we both had misty eyes. Being pregnant, not so much fun, contractions, definitely not fun, but that one moment, that I’d say I can’t decide between the two. Both of those moments were so full of such intense love that they just can’t be compared or measured.
so true!! in fact when i was feeling depressed after i had my baby i used to think about my wedding day to cheer me up…still do.
by far the best day of my life
I completely agree! My wedding was beautiful, I felt amazing and I danced and drank all night with all of my favorite people in the world. The day my son was born I was strapped to a table getting a surgery I didn’t want after 49 hours of labor. Being a mom is amazing, but in no was was that the best day of my life.
Our wedding day was an hour at city hall, with no friends or family able to get there. Preceded by my having 3 days of a stomach bug, and followed by my husband having 3 days of a stomach bug.
Our son was born after an incredibly short 4 hour labor. (He was my 3rd. And I had been having mild contractions pretty continuously for over a month already so I guess my body was prepped and ready)
Wedding day is still better. The best might be the day we met though, actually. Both of us reluctantly went to a party we didnt really know anyone at. And there we were.
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I think a wedding day is the best DAY of my life and the best MOMENTS were the ones in which I saw my babies and grand babies for the first time.
Actually the best DAY was my daughter’s wedding.
Without a doubt my wedding day. I married my soul mate and I love him more than anyone in this world. Our marriage is the best thing I do everyday. I love my son so much more than I ever knew I could love anything, but it’s a different kind of love. A deep, gut wrenching, primal love. But I choose my husband to live my life with, and my babies will one day leave, and then it will just be the two of us, sappy and in love till the day we die. So yes, I choose my hubby, and together we raise our baby (soon to be babies), and we all benefit from having a happy home.
I have to agree that my wedding day was best!! Although I absolutely loved the day my son was born, I don’t know that I would do things the same. He was 2.5 weeks late, and so I was scheduled for a C-Section on a Wednesday morning, my husband & I were in college after serving in the military and he had a final exam on Monday, so Wednesday it was. On Sunday we were getting ready to go out to dinner when my son decided he wanted to join us & broke my water!! Being the ultimate procrastinator, this is when I started packing after taking a shower… An hour after my water broke I was walking, literally walking (the nurses were upset I declined a wheelchair) into labour & delivery. I was in labour 26, yup that’s right, 26 hours!! Without epidural for 18, so it wasn’t fun. Finally he was delivered via emergency c-section. I love my son, but there is a reason he is an only child!! My wedding day… I WILL TOTALLY DO IT AGAIN AND AGAIN AND…
After 5 years of infertility, drugs/IUI, and a premature birth requiring a NICU stay, the day my son was born almost 11 years ago is far and away the best. Loved pregnancy despite frequent monitoring–only became cranky when I developed gestational diabetes. Even though my water broke at home 5 weeks early and I had to be induced, and had to wait 2 hours for an epidural in active labor because the anesthesiologist was in surgery, it still beats my wedding. Definitely would have loved to do it again but we couldn’t deal with the pain of trying to get pregnant. My wedding was beautifully planned–have since gone on to plan many events professionally–and it was a great day but it’s no contest. Maybe as I get older I just don’t value the “being the center of attention with every hair in place” quite as much as I might have years ago.
I’m with you. Now the “moment” that I first held my babies? Pure magic. The 24 hours in either directions? Discomfort sliding into pain and then back to discomfort, spiced with sleeplessness and anxiety. And I’m not a bad mom for admitting it, nor are you.
The wedding day was pretty sweet, though fraught with its own anxieties and discomforts. Honestly, if I had to pick the best day, I’d probably go with something totally different, like the day my kids first managed to cooperate on Mother’s Day project without fighting. Or my 20th anniversary getaway. Beginnings are hard, whether it’s a life or a marriage. The payoffs later are the sweet spot. 🙂
well. Funny thing about that. When I got married, all i could think was that I was making a huge mistake. My husband drank too much, we both blew our lines, not a single person from my family even made it to my wedding.
When I had my son, i will never forget the joy in my husband’s face. we became a family. sure it hurt to push that baby out, but i was raring to go the very next morning. And i had a beautiful perfect baby. Weddings are a bunch of hype. but making a family? and oh, i didn’t make a mistake, I stayed married to that man until the day he died. and am glad i did.
Both those days were good, my wedding obviously beating out pushing out a watermelon sized human, but best day of my life was the day my husband proposed.
Hmmm… wedding day… short and painless. Giving birth… 3 days long and Hella painful. Yup. Wedding day wins.
Babies!!! No pain, no gain? I’ll take physical pain over the PITA that is my MIL any day!
I was WAY more comfortable asking to have things “my way” when I was motivated by wanting what was best for my children than when I was hosting a bunch of in-laws on day 1 of my marriage. Our wedding was something we “pulled off,” with relief when it was over, but the babies are accomplishments I’ll always be in awe and somewhat too proud of. The party we hosted just wasn’t as epic as the humans we made!
And though I admit L&D difficulty varies, I’d rather get naked in front of medical professional strangers than dance in front of distant relatives (or anyone.) If I hadn’t gone into labor on a Saturday and delivered on a Monday, with pitocin but without pain meds, I would probably have a million kids because the other parts really were golden.
My husband and I got married at a mass civil wedding at the city hall, with just our parents and the witnesses, a barely memorable lunch afterwards which included hubby’s sister and her boyfriend, but not my sisters because they were in school. I was wearing a regular dress I bought cheap at a bazaar, and would later wear to work, etc., did my own regular makeup, and I can’t even remember what shoes or sandals I wore with the dress. No one outside our immediate families knew about it when it happened — we only applied for the wedding 4 days before. Considering it was a bit sudden and we had the wedding for practical reasons and it was generally an underwhelming affair, I’d go for the day my son was born, in spite of the pain and the difficulty I had pushing him out. My excitement on my son’s day of birth is unmatched!
Another note about my wedding: I can’t even quite remember which restaurant we dined in; it has since closed up. Neither can I remember anything we ate, and I can’t remember where the wedding photos are!
Not everyone is lucky enough to experience pregnancy and birth. A wedding is really just an overrated and overpriced party. Priorities seem a bit askew.
The words best and fun are not synonymous.
My 10 year old daughter was my junior bridesmaid at my one and only wedding. Best day of my life!
Left one important comparison out:
How where you feeling afterwards?
Tired and probably hung over or the proudest, wealtiest MOTHER on the planet?
Tired and hung over. That was the day after both births by the way.
The 3 days after my wedding are probably my favorite 3 days ever. Fancy hotel with fancy room service, sitting around in a fancy peignoir until we decided to go out and do touristy stuff (despite having grown up in Orlando, our honeymoon was spent touristing around Orlando), coming back to the fancy hotel after dinner at a great restaurant and relaxing and pretending that fancy suite was actually our house, dreading him having to go to MOS school on Monday (we got married while he was on boot leave from the USMC, most of the wedding planning took place by letters to/from Paris Island)… Yeah, those 3 days were the best.
Day I popped out either kid? About the only positive of the whole experience was the Demerol, and the look of horror on my husband’s face when the doctor asked if we wanted a mirror wheeled over so we could watch it. lmao. Frankly, I was a little “meh” over having a squalling, sticky goo covered infant unceremoniously flopped onto my chest as my reward for not screaming once while going through the most pain I’ve ever experienced. At least the second time I wasn’t terrified about the prospect of caring for a baby, so I guess #2 had that going for it as well. And I got to avoid the embarrassment of asking when their eyes open. So that was a small plus too. That almost offset the part where #2 got his shoulders caught on my pelvis and they had to push him back in a little so he could come out. Almost.
TL;DR: Birth sucked, the days after aren’t much better. Wedding sucked, the days after rocked.
The best day of my life SO FAR?
Skydiving for the first time over New Zealand.
Why are women always expected to choose the day they got married or the day they had kids? Sure, those were milestones in my life, but my *best* day was truly all about The Adventuress — conquering my fears, and striking out on a new adventure on a solo trip to a country I’d never been to before.
Neither. Wedding was fun (our 2 yo son was the best man), lots of friends, beer pong, etc. But it was also stressful and too much anxiety over what would go wrong. Birth of said son was painful and annoying. And the 36 hours after in the hospital. Wedding definitely beats birthing day, but i have dozens or hundreds of fun days that beat both.
My wedding day wasn’t all that great. It was my “mother’s” wedding. I was the first daughter to get married and my mother just took over. I couldn’t even get the cake I wanted and to this day, I refuse to talk about the wedding. I suppose after 42 years I should get over it or better yet, put on my own wedding the way I want it to be. Maybe for our 50th I’ll just do that.
So, it’s the birth of my kids that wins. Both of my kids were born in record time and we have a lot of funny stories about what happened on both of those occasions involving doctors hopping down the hall changing as they ran because the baby was coming faster than they expected.
But as others have pointed out, there are a lot of other days in our 42 years together that top those.
The best day of my life was when I decided I would never get married or have any children. I’m buying a boat instead, because I’d rather wakeboard than change diapers 😉
i had a lovely wedding day but I’m going to have to pick the birth of my daughter, though she was easy on me. i was due on our 4th wedding anniversary. we went out to a fabulous dinner and i decided to have a glass of wine. we got home early and i took a short nap on the couch, woke up to my water breaking. i had about an hour of contractions, an hour of painful contractions, and she was born without an epidural and around 20 minutes of pushing. I felt strong, invincible almost…. like HELL YEAH I JUST SQUEEZE A BABY OUT AND MADE IT LOOK EASY. AND SHES BASICALLY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL NEWBORN EVER. Being in total awe of her for 2 days straight and cocooning up in that hospital room with my husband (he brought in sushi, burgers, ice cream… anything i wanted to eat.) just hanging out with our little one and watching TV was pretty fabulous.
The day my boy was born started as the worst ever but ended as the best ever. I can’t compare to marriage as no one has wanted to marry me (well no one I’ve wanted) but… it was the best day of my life even after 12 hours of pain ..epidural and Toulouse delivery with many stitches and a night of no sleep in a hot noisy hospital xx
The love you feel when you see your baby for the first time and thereafter can’t compare to much. I think he will always make my best days :)x
Wowsers, you look STUNNING in this dress – what a Grecian goddess! You should do a post on your fitness routine – the walking, swimming, yoga you do – as I think it would be very inspiring for people to realise that they can look this amazing and toned without being a slave to the gym. xx
That’s a shrewd answer to a tricky question
How do you distinguish between pop culture and “the world” as biblically defined?(I’m thinking of verses like John 15:18-19 and 1 John 3:13, and also of the related but extrabiblical injunction “Be in the world but not of it.”)By the way, my question is not rhetorical. I’m genuinely interested in how you view this.
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I found childbirth stressful, painful, and gross, so hell no. I’m not going to candy coat it. It was horrific. Hospital, needles, strangers violating me. Hell no. I swear I have PTSD from it. My wedding day was just my husband and I and the minister and photographer in a beautiful country setting. It was serene, delightful, beautiful, and spiritually moving.