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Oct 27, 2002 So the time has finally come that magic 'DUE DATE' is here....and then it goes. Unfortunately the little person on who you are waiting to make an arrival has no idea how to read a calendar. Nor do they realise that Mummy is really sick of carrying this huge bump and would really like to be able to see her feet again. She is tired of the beached whale jokes, she would like to be able to walk further than 5 meters without needing to sit down and she would LOVE to be able to go more than 10 minutes between toilet trips just to name a few things. But eventually your bump decides that today is the day. You have your bag packed and ready. Dad To Be has worked out the best and quickest way to the hospital, you have your birthing plan all worked out and all your family and friends are on standby. Then the labour pains start. Gently and far apart to start with. You try to remember everything you learned, breathing, going with the contractions and trying not to kill hubby as he finds every bump in the road on the way to the hospital as we have had to go a different way because the best way is closed for construction work. Once at the hospital you are taken to the labour ward. In this modern age we live in you can basically do what you want while in labour and give birth in any position you want. So you are checked out by the midwife and told "oh it will be ages yet". So you walk around, you sit, you stand, with DTB following you around like a lost sheep rubbing your back, feet or whatever needs rubbing, helping you in and out of the toilet and shower trying to help you be as comfortable as possible when suddenly these contractions are coming 1 minute apart and the midwife says “well someone is in a hurry”. I remember thinking to my self at the time “well wouldn’t you be after being cooped up for so long”. In the mean time DTB is now looking very uncomfortable. That could be because you have pulled his bottom lip over the top of his head and tucked it between his legs (in between contractions of course) so he might have some idea of the pain and discomfort you are going through. Admittedly he is trying so hard to help when all you want to do is rearrange his anatomy for making you go through all this. Then suddenly you give one great push and silence and then a cry. You look at DTB who is now a Dad….its official… tears are running down his face as he is handed a tiny bundle and you see your daughter for the first time and you instantly forgive him for everything you have just been through. You are now a family. ------------ Maree Douven is the mother of one and lives in Australia. Email Maree: Spudette36@hotmail.com Comment on this column in the forum. ------------ |
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