I have given birth to a tiny human.  Twice.  And whilst my birth stories are different, it is more than fair to say that my experience of giving birth was like nothing that I had ever seen in the movies.  Neither was pregnancy.


real life birth


Being Comfortable When 9 months Pregnant.


A pregnant woman is lying on her back in bed without the weight of the baby crushing her lungs. She has slept all night without needing to pee every 45 minutes.  There is just her and her partner in bed, both look sexy and she still fits in her cute little pyjama shorts.  There is not a pregnancy pillow in sight.

Real life

Comfortable? Fat Chance.  If your partner isn’t sleeping in the spare room by now it’s nothing short of a miracle.  The sexiest thing in the bed is the picture of Ryan Goslings face that you stuck to your maternity pillow.  You can only lay on your side and switching to the other side requires a winch and a lot of grunting.


First Contractions


Rush to the hospital straight away in a mad panic.  The first contraction normally coincides with the waters breaking in a spectacular fashion.

Real Life

Was that a contraction?  Maybe it was just braxton hix.  Ohh another one.  Maybe this is it.  Lets use the app to time them.

Several hours later…

Ohh these are quite strong now.  Maybe it’s time to phone the hospital.  The hospital have told me to hand on at home for as long as possible.

A few hours later….

Get me to the hospital NOW.

(still no sign of waters)


The Journey to the Hospital


Normally involves some kind of police chase drama, high speed, near miss, and lots of panting from the pregnant woman.

Real life

No added drama required.  You turn from cool and calm I’ve got this under control to something from the exorcist the moment the car door closes.

“Owwwww, avoid the bumps, avoid the bumps.  Hurry up, go faster”

“Arrrrgggghhhhh Stop, stop the car I’m having another one.  Don’t stop you f@*#ing idiot, get me to the f@*#ing hospital.” 

“Mind the f@*#ing bumps you f@*# wit. Holy f@*#ing crap.  Give me the drugs.”


The Birth


The pregnant woman is greeted by a friendly doctor whom she knows well and a gown is placed strategically over the business end.  A few pants and pushes later and a very clean baby approximately the size of a three month old is handed to the doting parents.  He can already hold his own head up and smile adoringly at his parents.  The new mum has not a hair out of place.  No one shits themselves.

Real Life

You are butt naked in a room full of strangers giving death stares to anyone who tries to remove the gas and air from your mouth.  Your dignity has left the building.  You are making noises not dissimilar to that normally heard on a farm, and your waters are broken with what looks like a giant knitting needle.  You are not sure if it’s your waters leaking or if you’ve peed yourself, but you don’t really care. 

At some point you begin to push and wonder if your partner will ever find you attractive again as you are vaguely aware of our face contorting in ways to make a gurner proud.  Eventually you push out a baby covered in blood, some weird waxy stuff, and a bit of their own poo, although to be fair, it could be your poo, who knows.  You feel relieved.  You feel knackered.  You feel sore.  You look like hell.  You cuddle your new born baby in a rush of awe and overwhelming love and wonder why birth is nothing like it is in the movies.


The After Birth

Who am I kidding, placentas don’t exist in the movies!


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Claire Kirby

13 Comments on Real Life Birth vs Movie Birth

  1. Love this! and they wear white! and have shiny hair and don’t leave the hospital wearing pyjamas because you forgot to pack clothes for yourself. I had cracked lips and a puffy face and walked with a slight stoop. Not attractive at any stretch of the imagination. God I’m dreading giving birth again! #bumpsandbabies

  2. Oh this is all so true! How delightful they look the whole time… how the days after, they’re not taking 5 minutes every time the stand up and sit down from the immense trauma that has just occurred in their nether regions. Oh to have a Hollywood birth.

  3. I spent the entire last month of my first pregnancy walking around with spare pants in my handbag, expecting imminent breakage of waters in dramatic fashion whilst perusing the sandwiches at M&S!? I feel cheated. As though everything I’ve ever watched on the telly is a big lie… xx

  4. Haha – yeah I’m always amused by how unrealistic movie and tv births are. Probably strange that, since my births kind of were those go immediately into full blown labour and have a baby straight away births they have in films! Multiples on tv and in films always make me laugh – people having twins and triplets without assistance and overdue. Like Phoebe on Friends. Who is vaginally delivering triplets a week after their due date? No one, that’s who. #FridayFrolics

  5. Ahahaha, I am still gutted that I never got the birth of the movies. Second time round I even sent Mr C back to bed when my contractions started because I knew after the first birth (over 48 hours) that it would be a while. Although he was rather panicked when I woke him to tell him we needed to go as they were now 1 minute apart. I never seen a man drive so fast and who knew that roundabouts would cause all the swear words to come out of my mouth! #FridayFrolics

  6. Hahaha so true! They don’t to stop the car half way to the hospital by the side of the busiest road ever to get out because the poor woman will kill her poor husband otherwise! Fun post. #fridayfrolics

  7. So true! Pretty sure I’ve never seen any movie characters projectile vomiting last night’s chicken madras with every contraction either – that was a nice surprise for me! #FridayFrolics

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