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I had to spend the whole of the first day of my first son's life apologising to the midwifery staff. I was like the woman in the Exorcist when her head starts spinning round and she spits stuff.
I remember it clearly.
For the second birth and following the midwife's second (failed) attempt at inducing labour, I informed the hospital staff that I'd be back the following morning (if they were lucky). In the meantime, I instructed my husband to keep her [the ****] away from me, as I would not be responsible for my actions if she laid a finger on me again.
I remember this clearly too.
My third son was born at home. I'd learnt my lesson about hospital births by this time and although a tad quick at 40 minutes and only a bathroom floor and a flapping husband for help, I did it and it was by far the "best" of the three.
However, even though it was the "best" of the three labours and even though I remember it very clearly also, it most certainly was not even remotely close to a "Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally" moment and I really do not think that, even with the best will in the world, a "romantic atmosphere" in childbirth is achievable - assuming the birthing partner wishes to remain in possession of their extremeties.
I had to spend the whole of the first day of my first son's life apologising to the midwifery staff. I was like the woman in the Exorcist when her head starts spinning round and she spits stuff.
I remember it clearly.
For the second birth and following the midwife's second (failed) attempt at inducing labour, I informed the hospital staff that I'd be back the following morning (if they were lucky). In the meantime, I instructed my husband to keep her [the ****] away from me, as I would not be responsible for my actions if she laid a finger on me again.
I remember this clearly too.
My third son was born at home. I'd learnt my lesson about hospital births by this time and although a tad quick at 40 minutes and only a bathroom floor and a flapping husband for help, I did it and it was by far the "best" of the three.
However, even though it was the "best" of the three labours and even though I remember it very clearly also, it most certainly was not even remotely close to a "Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally" moment and I really do not think that, even with the best will in the world, a "romantic atmosphere" in childbirth is achievable - assuming the birthing partner wishes to remain in possession of their extremeties.
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