I don’t envy anyone who gave birth prior to 1943. Before that time, there were not many ways of preventing pain during childbirth without serious side effects and potentially damaging the baby. Caesarean sections under general anesthesia were used only as an emergency measure. But alas, here in the year 2009, Sarabeth sleeps gracefully with the blinds drawn, as her uterus contracts and squeezes Baby Clarke closer and closer to the world. No screams, no yells, no “I HATE YOU JOE” rants. Yes, we live in a great age.
Bud Light presents, Real Men of Genius. Today we salute you, Mister “I’m the guy who invented the epidural” guy. With your amazing procedure, you can bring an end to the suffering of husbands all around the world. Yes, hands a plenty are spared by the wrath of writhing angry wives. (background singer: I’m gonna need xrayss) No more silly counting, no more encouragement that bounces off the invisible shield of blind temporary hatred. We salute you, Mister “I’m the guy who invented the epidural” guy, because a happy wife, means a happy life.
All joking aside, SB is doing great. She is about 4cm and we’re just waiting. People have been in and out most of the day, it’s quiet now and we’re just waiting. The people in the rooms around us both had their babies, and we can hear little cries from their rooms! Also nurses yelling at each other, which I find more entertaining than the baby crying.
Also, my phone is turned off because of the epidural machine. If you need me send me an IM or email.