Monday, 05 October 2009
In preparation for your first child you go through the usual shopping spree to furnish the nursery and make sure your baby is the best dressed in the neighborhood. You go to all of your prenatal appointments, take your vitamins and eat as healthy as your cravings will allow.
Then comes the time when your husband plays an integral part in the process, aside from that whole providing the sperm thing. You sign up for “the birthing classes.“ Yes, that thing every little boy dreams of doing when he grows up. Well, my husband was very much into it, so much so that he listened attentively to the instructor, watched the videos without squinting and actually took a few notes.
Well I imagine that it was a big disappointment to him when the announcement came that I would have to go in for a c-section due to complications. My husband would be allowed to participate, but only as a bystander behind the scenes rather than an active participant. He was not going to let that stand in his way, no sir.
After the spinal was administered and the process of surgical delivery began I declared that I was feeling nauseous and had to throw up. The nurse handed my husband one of those crescent shaped dishes and said, “well, if you need to, here ya go.” As I started to gag my husband stepped up to the plate and took on a revised coaching position . He placed the bowl up to the side of my face and said, “Honey, you can do this!” I hurled. He then said, “ah, that was a good one.“ You could imagine the looks and snickers within the O.R. as I started to heave yet again when I heard the words, “Here comes another one” What the heck! If I had possessed the ability to move at that point I would have ushered him out of the room myself.
I guess the poor guy was nervous and feeling a little cheated not being able to use his highly tuned skills as my partner in the process. We now jokingly refer to him as my “barfing coach.”
How did your birthing coach do during your labor?