You might remember that a few weeks ago (here) I decided to sign us up for Childbirth Preparation classes. We attended the first of four classes last Tuesday. The first three classes cover childbirth and the fourth week is about
drugs and knives anesthesia and cesarean sections.
There were six couples in our class. All first timers. Our instructor, a L&D veteran named Wendy, asked us to go around the room and introduce ourselves and very soon it became obvious that Asaf and I had the farthest due date out. While I was proud of us for being “ahead of the game”, it also occured to me that we might just forget everything we’d learned before the big day arrived. Here’s to hoping that my elephant memory will be good for more than just random trivia.
Anyways, after introductions we watched a short video (from the 80s…seriously, is every health education film pre-1990?) about early labor and how to distinguish Braxton Hicks contractions from actual labor contractions. This was pretty interesting but as the video progressed and they went into the complexity of dilating cervixes, something happened. My palms started to feel really sweaty, the room suddenly felt very small and my heartbeat was now POUNDING in my ears. I seriously thought I might pass out! I mean, I’ve known that this is how (some/most) babies are born since forever (my parents never went into all that stork stuff) but all of a sudden it hit me! This would be happening to me…fairly soon. And there’s no looking back.
We took a break (obviously every pregnant lady in there needed to pee) and Asaf and I went outside for some air. He said, “Are you ok?” and I told him that I was freaking out a little. Being the comforting partner that he is he said, “Yeah I could tell. You were getting all antsy in there.” and I made a face. We talked about how a gagillion women go into labor every day, how even if it’s really bad it won’t last forever and that at the end of it all, at least they send you home with a really nice keepsake for your trouble.
Then we made fun of the other couples in class. Once I was breathing again we headed back in. The remainder of the class was focused on breathing exercises. By the end of it all I was feeling much better and I’m almost looking forward to class again next week. Almost.
Note to baby: Sorry your Mom is weak sauce. On the upside, Dad seems to be holding up ok.