What's more fun on labor day than a meme about...well...labor(ing)
How long was your labor?
Super Son 7 hours
Miss Thing 5 hours
I had the luxury of "enjoying" the labor experience because I knew that i got to say when it was all over
How did you know you were in labor?
Super Son I couldn't stand up straight when I was talking
Miss Thing I remembered that Super Son hadn't gotten to paint my belly and knew if I waited until he woke up the next day he would be painting a wobbly baby free belly and let him stay up late to paint me (into a giant baseball)
Where did you deliver?
Both Babies Same hospital where I was born
Both Babies Don't have much choice when they are cutting you open - Spinal block my friends
See above...Super Son decided that upside down, backwards and folded in half with his feet by his ears was a comfy place to be from 25 weeks on...didn't have much of a choice about the knife with him
Miss Thing Daddy insisted on the knife because the injury rates with VBAC were almost entirely on Daddy's girl. I was willing to give it a try, but only if it was my neck on the line, not Miss Thing at risk. Knife number two it is.
Super Son Dr. Phillips ~ He and Daddy talked sports in the hall until the nurses came to get him and tell him to get to business. Due to a poorly positioned surgical light I got to watch the reflection of the whole kit and kaboodle.
Miss Thing The very handsome Dr. Uribe who I tried to bribe into a little nip and tuck while he had me open. He didn't take me up on it.
Both times I begged the anesthesiologist to let me keep my hands free to touch my little one when they arrived. Both times they let me only because I swore I wouldn't cross the sterile barrier. With Super Son I was shaking so hard (lovely drugs) that I had to grab on to the drapery poles and hang on to keep from reaching past the barrier.
So there you go. Feel free to join in. You can link up at Rocks In My Dryer who's name made me laugh out loud. I can't even count the number of times I have had rocks in my dryer. What I should be counting is the number of things weirder than rocks I have found in my dryer.
I think irrigation piping stuffed with sticks and twigs was the weirdest....what was yours?