DS was 41 yesterday, I was a very young mum 21 and we were talking about his birth and reminiscing about his baby days.
I realised I had still not got over it after all of this time and although we were laughing about it - I've been divorced for years and brought DS up on my own - I realised how awful the whole situation was.
I went into labour and off to the local hospital I went, I was absolutely terrified of giving birth and was in a lot of pain. H just stood around looking bored making the odd stupid comment like "is it painful". No use at all.
Then he went out to make a call. Came back and said Oh Janet is coming to stay over tonight, she has a conference tomorrow and needs somewhere to stay.
Janet was an old university friend, nothing between them. I said I'd go and pick her up and take her home.
I was thinking why can't Janet get a fucking taxi and a travelodge like a normal person, she knew I was giving birth.
Half an hour later he turned up with her!! I'm in the throes of labour at this point and in agony and could hardly speak.
Oh this is Janet she wanted to say hi and thanks for letting her stay over.
They stayed for half an hour making small talk before I finally got H on my own and hissed, get her the hell out of here. Bearing in mind I'd never even met this woman.
He said I'll have to take her back and show her where everything is make her some dinner and off they went.
Well he didn't come back that day and completely missed the birth of his child because looking after a friend was apparently more important.
Janet (not real name) if you are reading this fuck you.
And I divorced him soon after.
I'd love to hear other peoples awful husband birth stories to make me feel better.....or worse, not sure yet.