This thread has had me in stitches. DH to be fair is pretty good, he used to be a right drama lama, but it all came to a head after I had just given birth to DD2.
You know how labour is so easy, quick and convenient and doesn’t involve being awake for, say 48 hours on the trot or anything, and obviously if a man was giving birth it would be so much quicker and more streamlined.
Anyway, I’d come back from theatre, after a crash C-section having been in labour for yes 48 hours, at about 8.15am onto the high dependency unit, where my blood pressure was haywire and It isn’t at all noisy bright and impossible to get any sleep. DH stayed with me yawning and muttering all he hadn’t had any breakfast, but trying to be brave, but went off home to pick up DD1 from my mum about 4pm.
Finally got taken up to the Labour ward at 10pm that night. They are such quiet and peaceful places - restful even, like a spa and newborns are so quiet at night, you just flick the off switch and they go to sleep. Not! DD2 was ready to PARTY!! I was up all night again and I swear I was starting to hallucinate.
DH rocked up at 10am then next morning, sat himself down and said god, I’m so tired, I still feel knackered from the other day. I swear if I could have got out of bed I would have strangled him with my catheter tubing. I think I let out a strangled scream and I let him have it.
He was very sheepish but the thing that annoyed me the most about it all was when I finally got home and was in shape to look at the photos (missed it all as was unconscious), there was a picture of DD2 getting weighed, and he was sitting in the background tucking into a huge plate of toast and a cuppa!!!