There was a time I didn’t understand the sharing of birth stories. They felt incredibly intimate, and I’d always been raised modestly. I didn’t think any woman should want to give the world the mental picture of herself so vulnerable and exposed. As I’ve become a mother myself, I have to say… I get it now. Birth leaves no woman like it found her. There is a “becoming” in those long hours of labor. The sharing of a birth story is less about documenting the hours it takes a cervix to dilate and more about the making of the mother through those very same hours. The billowing of each contraction…