NortonIDaughter wrote:cthia wrote:Now wait just one female-in-labor minute.
Wait, is that a super-long mid-labor "will this ever be over" minute, or a super-quick "I'm pushing and have lost all sense of time, what do you mean it's been three hours" minute?
erupts into another hysterical round of laughter!
...but then, years of therapy sessions wane...memories resurface...laughter vanishes...countenance becomes rigid...pockmarked with areas of fear and doom...yet amidst it all life rises like a phoenix thru the haze.
visibly shaking himself he now speaks...
It seems the experience of child-bearing is a relative
undertaking.I use this word because it's so close to
undertaker.
My favorite niece was born before my very eyes and I even got to disconnect the umbilical cord.
The result is the cutest little belly button you're ever likely to see where my favorite niece is quite fond of pointing out.
There wasn't any danger of anyone needing an undertaker, except for the doctor and I.
My sister refused any kind of medication. She wanted to have her daughter naturally.
Naive brother of hers allowed himself to be trapped inside that, that...maelstrom.
I had agreed to videotape the entire episode.
My sister was flinging four-letter words like a punch-drunk wet-navy chief warrant officer that just found his wife cheating!
At one point she ordered me to come closer so she could bite me.
"You already did sis, when I tried to wet your lips with the wet washcloft that the women in the lamaze class
set-me-up to do!"
"Well come closer, so I can bite you again!"
"Uh uh sis, I am not venturing into viper-striking distance again!"
"Now breathe sis, breathe, remember our lamaze training?!"
"Our? Our? Our?" How that much spittle flew from such a dry mouth I have no clue. I understand a sample was later taken and sent off to labs. Since its been twelve years and still no word, I presume it has defied explanation.
At one point sis ordered me to check the wall for the Doctor's credentials to make sure he wasn't a quack. There was nothing on the walls and I realized that I was about to hyper ventilate myself and deliver a knot of fear out of my own belly. I began to use the lamaze breathing techniques on myself.
So that's whom the techniques are meant for...the partner!
So you see NortonIDaughter, to me it was all one endless therapy-induced New York minute.
The result rising above it all is the sweetest most beautiful niece whom has an IQ measured off the chart. Perhaps sis' decision to go it without drugs was the best one regarding my niece, however the decision of the Doctor's to refuse
my request for those same mind numbing drugs is still under protest!
Therefore, under the options you gave, I think I'll have to go with...
super-long mid-labor "will this ever be over" minute!back from commercial break...
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“I suppose it could be described that way,” Carmichael conceded judiciously.
“On the other hand, it’s far less destructive than a salvo of laser heads, Mister Permanent Senior Undersecretary. 
