Yikes. Some of these are terrible! I was very blessed with my H- he was a much better support person than I could ever be if the tables had been turned. I'm the one with constant foot-in-mouth.
DH was pretty good thru the whole thing, the most annoying thing was when I was in the shower and he was holding the shower head on my lower back, but kept turning to chat to the midwife! Grrr...
In hindsight my DH was great with both girls labours/deliveries. He would run and get me anything I asked for including reassuring midwives at a moments notice.
At the time he did annoy the heck out of me with DD1's labour. I had a stretch and sweep done on Tuesday and cramping started immediately. That night at 1am I had a show and called the hospital. He was completely oblivious to the phone call and my pain and I wasn't being quiet! Wednesday I lay in bed all day moaning and groaning waiting for the contractions to get serious while he played on the PS2. I was due to be induced that afternoon but labour had already started. DH was on the phone telling his relatives that I was getting induced, completely disregarding the fact that I already was in labour and had a show. It really annoyed me. On the way to the hospital he drove erratically, going too fast and then braking hard, all the while I'm getting strong contractions. Once we arrived at hospital he was great with the exception that he kept trying to comfort me during each contraction and I couldn't stand to be touched at all. I even swore at a midwife to 'don't f***ing touch me' at one time and later apologised to her for my rudeness. She understood and was very forgiving. DD1 was born on Thursday... I was absolutely exhausted!
With DD2 I was induced on Christmas Day. DH calmly took me to hospital and was great the whole time we were there. No complaints at all. Quick labour and birth and helpful hubby. I guess 2nd time around he knew what to expect? Hopefully this next one will be like DD2's delivery.
Every time I had a contraction and would grunt/cry/scream in pain he'd say "(MG, you have to breath through it. It doesn't hurt that much - this is just the beginning"... he's lucky to still be alive!!!
Then he kept trying to sneak over to his laptop in the corner of the room - the moron had brought work in with him!!!! What did he think we were doing?! Going on a picnic?!?!?!?!?! I believe my words were something along the lines of "If I have to do this, so do you. Touch that computer and I'll smash it!"
But he made up for it in the 5 days I was in hospital post delivery - he was the most wonderful supportive husband and father.
my hubby was pretty good. the worst thing he done was tell me i had 120 contractions left b4 they would do another internal. and when i was in the bath i was screaming pretty bad and he kept looking at me like shut up.
other then that he was perfect. he cried when i got my epi cause apparently i grabbed his arm and yelled out to him like i was dying lol
Sorry ladies i had to laugh at some of the replies in here. I must have an extremely SNAG as he said to me this morning, thanks for carrying our little buddles, how sweet was that!
He was great during my labour with DS, at one stage i was holding my breath during contractions as it was the only way i could cope, this was just before the pushing stage and the midwife kept telling me to breath as though i was going to drop dead all of a sudden or something, it was annoying but DP just tried to get me through it without the annoying breath, breath, breath!
I've just been LMAO for 5 mins with these and recalling my DH & MIL & my mum...
15min contractions all day Fri, water broke Sat at MIL's who INSISTED I have a fresh chicken & salad sandwich - it repeated on me for hours UNTIL DH called my mum at about 10pm asking her to bring HJ's in cause he was hungry (No dinner poor pet) well then the chicken stopped repeating on me because the flame grilled smell + onions just made me SPEW! And I was so grateful DH had given mum an excuse to come in (I REALLY REALLY REALLY hadn't wanted her in, gave her #1to look after to try and assure she wouldn't!) because she became the monitor nazi saying encouraging things like "Here comes another one, can you feel that?" and "Oh, I think the baby is asleep it's not moving much" AHHHH! Talk about perfomance anxiety
I was very blessed with my H- he was a much better support person than I could ever be if the tables had been turned. I'm the one with constant foot-in-mouth.
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and recalling my DH & MIL & my mum...
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