The funniest thing about finding out I was pregnant was how Him Indoors spoiled the grand announcement by not having his glasses on. He was in the bath when I did the test. I skipped in full of delight saying “What do you want for Christmas?” It does help if you give your partner the script as they tend to get their lines wrong. In this case, he answered “A mobile phone”. Cue massive strop from mum-to-be.
When I became pregnant with my second child, I had the most awful cough and turned down a night out at the pub. When my partner was asked where I was and explained, the landlord said “So long as it is just a cough and not a baby”. Mystic Geoff.
With my final baby, again a cough heralded his arrival.
My first experience of childbirth was not at all bad. In fact, I spent the next 3 years saying that I did not know why women complained about the pain. I spent most of my labour in water which I think helped a lot. I did a lot of screaming initially but only because that is what the telly had taught me childbirth was all about. I also got a bit looney and started singing Queen songs at one point when the gas went to the brain. There was a little bit of splashing water at Him Indoors too.
When they handed me my son, as an adopted person it was the first blood relative I had met and it was so meaningful and lovely. I was incrediby joyous and the photos from the time really capture that. I think my partner went into shock for about a week. Partly at starting a new family and partly at finally getting his son after 4 daughters.
My second experience of childbirth was gruesome and certainly showed me that women sometimes complain for a reason about the pain and indignity of it all. My daughter was two pounds bigger than my son and I really felt the difference. It was one of those births where they bend you, shake you, anyway they want you and still the babe won’t shift. She did eventually of course and I swear the only reason I forgave her was because she was the little girl I longed for. It was a good job she turned up when she did because seconds later, my Dad was on the phone saying effectively that he had a message from my mum to get a bloody move on and stop messing about.
Number Three was different in that I was alone through the whole thing as my partner had to stay at home to look after the other two children. It was a little bit of a traumatic birth and resulted in an emergency Caeserean which was no bloody surprise when my second son weighted in at 11 pounds and 8 ounces. Ouch!
My little girl was still so young that I don’t think she had realised fully that I was going to have another baby. Her first words to the new arrival were “Stab baby”. Charming. I guess that is what is known as sibling rivalry.
My first son was dressed as a pirate when he visited and seemed genuinely thrilled to have a brother.
I think we are only truly right in our heads when a baby is born or when we lose someone we love. That is when we are crystal clear on what really matters. In between, we talk, think and feel a lot of shit. Some of us even blog it lol.