My labour was going quickly, so that it was not long after arriving in my delivery room that Cheryl looked up from her nails to say that the contractions were too close together for me to even get checked out, and she called the doctor. Now, I don’t blame Cheryl for her lethargy. Probably she was overworked and tired. Also I was just there, less than 18 months before, having a baby, so the whole process was still quite fresh in my mind: it wasn’t like I was a first-timer. The person I blame is my husband. He actually had the audacity to complain of being tired. Tired! I leave my response to the reader’s imagination.
On September 15, at 10:45 a.m., Jake was born. Our Jake. He is four years old today and a joy in my life: funny, smart, and loving. When he was born I said, with my usual grace and composure, “Thank God I’m not doing that again!” But what I meant was, Jake completed our family, and brings happiness to our lives every day. Thanks Cheryl, for helping him into this world, thank you from the bottom of my heart.
When my sister was in labour for 20 hours, at one point her husband was talking to the nurses about his hangnail. I know what she said, so I have a pretty good idea what your response was:)
Awww, great story! 🙂
Happy birthday to Jake! 😀
While I was trying to push my daughter out after an 18-hour+ labour, my hubby & massage therapist were chatting away about her massage therapy business with the nurse….paying no mind to me labouring away. I was not impressed, and I let them know!!
Perhaps your husband needs editing rights.
Sincerely,
Your Husband