I didnt really say much stupid until I had to write out my Labour plan (Does anyone really read it at all??).
So queue me explaining to Dp what i'd written:
Id like a Water Birth, now listen Dp, When im in labout you shall be my voice for me as I will be unable to speak probably, I dont want any drugs, if the midwives come in with drugs you have to speak up for me and say no she doesnt want them. All she needs is to go in the birthing pool with the essential oils mix she has, We were ever so serious but what did we know.
Then I was in slow Labour for 4 days, in the worst agony known to man, not even sleeping in all that time, going back and forth to the hospital, each time in more, worse pain than ive ever felt, I eventually broke down in the corridor begging for any drugs they could get their hands on screaming cut it out of me you bastards, after they refused a c section
. They kept me in that day and gave me an epidural - bliss.
Dp often reminds me now though of that serious day. We'll be mid arguement and he'll just go all whispery voice "You have to be my voice and ears for me in the delivery room, Im not to have any drugs..... it always gets us talking again!
I got my own back when the first night we came home with tiny ds, I went off to bed while he stayed up to get ds into a routine, his friend had told him the importance of getting a child into a routine, he forgot to add it would be better when the child was a bit older than 2 days!