I had completely lost it and had been telling my husband and my midwife that I wanted to to skip gas and anything else they had to offer and go straight to the C/S. My midwife kept gently, calmly saying 'no, hun, that's not what you want'. When I kept pleading she eventually said firmly 'Look. You really don't want me to give you a cesearean. I've got no surgical training and I'd just make a terrible mess. I'm not that good with blood either and I might just pass-out or spew!'. I was so out of it, I barely registered that she was joking. I just thought she was being really difficult. DH laughed though!
Later, when the doc came in and said he wanted to examine me, I said 'watch out, I'll tell my baby to bite you'. He didn't get it at all and just said, 'if she can bite me, she's in a really bad position'. Dumb*ss!!
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