OMG .. you girls have done it tough !!! I might make sure DH reads through these comments and make sure he doesn't do any of it!! But who knows what will annoy me when I'm in my labour moment!! (I'm yet to get him to read the Pink Kit stuff, I've found the info fantastic, just hope I can get him interested to have a read!)
well my DH was really excited about the impending arrival of our joy. he came along to classes and read the bits of books that i pointed out to him (i think it would have been too much to expect him to take the initiative on that one LOL!).
then...DD decides to come 2 weeks early. i had spooky pregnancy premonition and told DH that fateful morning that maybe he shouldnt referee that soccer game in that town 2 hours drive away that afternoon. he kissed me on the cheek and told me that we were just being over-cautious. 2 and bit hours later my waters break. annoying. i knew it would happen.
so anyway, in full swing of labour. contractions are 2-3 minutes apart from the start, it's pretty tough going, a girl could use some words of encouragement, or a massage or help into the shower...bit hard to get that when DH is SNORING on the couch.
He slept through 9 hours of the 9 and half hour labour. only woke up with a start when the OB and midwives came rushing in as i hit transition and began to push! LOL!
ah well. i guess i can say that i laboured all by myself, but not really how i envisioned it (or how he did for that matter...mmm that massage would have been good! LOL!).
Poor DH, Hindsight tells me he did a great job but at the time I assumed he the worst of intentions for me!
Firstly he could never massage my legs and back the right way, would spray the water in my face at the wrong distance and never aim the shower nozzle at me in the right direction.
Worst of all after a very long labour and 2 nights of no sleep, my labour seemed to be stalling in the hospital and I was getting increasingly desperate for sleep. I finally consented to try some pain killers to enable me to get some rest and begun sucking down the gas like it was a lifeline. My poor DH looked increasingly worried as he began to assume that I showing signs of drug addiction (he had not done any research about labour and did not know how the gas worked and what it might do to me or the baby).
I got really frustrated with him because he kept telling me to stop sucking so hard on the gas, and that he was really worried about me, and that I shouldn't use so much of it. He even told me that I looked like a mad woman and a drug addict.
I was soooo frustrated and desperately, between contractions I concentrated really hard and attempted to explain to him that I needed to suck the gas in such a way so that I could make sure I would have enough of it in my system to take effect when the contraction peaked. I couldn't understand how he couldn't understand and why he kept giving me such weird and unsupportive looks.
it was only 2 days later, when I attempted to debrief with him about how upset I was that he was so unsupportive that he told me that what I had said to him in the labour ward was not the rational explanation for the use of the gas that I thought I had given him, but that I had whispered to him in conspiratorial tones that I had to suck the gas really quickly so that all the other women in the other beds didn't use it all up... as I gestured wildly at the empty room..!
Apparently the lack of sleep and the gas turned me into a mad woman who was imagining things and he was completely right to be worried!!
All the way through the labour DP was talking quietly to me & I couldn't understand a word he was saying ... just could see his mouth moving ... nothing else mattered to me. All I was interested in was what the midwife was saying to me.
Infact I felt slightly ticked off cause he looked so calm (I secretly must have wanted to see him suffer in some way) ... Anyway, moments before our daughter entered the world I said to him in the politest & kindest way I could as I realised this was his big day too ... " Coouldd yooouu pleeassse NOT talk so much "
Which was hysterical to him as those that know me, know that I talk alot ... and DP is known to be reserved, a bit shy & quitely spoken. Under normal circumstances I would never have said it to him
(He too held the bucket for me when I vomited in transition ... that was no# 1 in my book ... true love there )
Though he chickened out in cutting the cord & I ended up doing it ... yeh, my body was in shock from a quick birth ... I can tell you I was a dangerous woman with those scissors shaking away !!!
Last edited by smiles4u; August 23rd, 2008 at 12:29 AM.
* I had to scream at him from the bathroom when my water broke, he didn't even want to come and see what I screaming about because he was playing XBOX
* he slept, A LOT. The main thing that upset me about this was that he was taking the bed in the labour ward so I couldn't lay down and rest.
* He got annoyed me when I was crying from the pain (read: fear of the pain)
* He didn't really comfort me, though I think he just felt lost and tired, I don't think it was intentional
* I wanted him to be next to me as I gave birth but instead he watched DD come out (which I'd specifically asked him not to do). I couldn't tell him not to as I was too busy pushing.
* He let the midwives lead him away to talk to my (upset) mother about what was happening while I was screaming, crying and begging him not to leave me. (I blame the midwives more for that one to be honest).
I hate thinking about the dissapointing aspects of my labour, of which there were many
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