This post is obviously a little late, but we are trying to keep these things in chronological order.
As some of you knew, we were taking the Lamaze classes at the hospital where Chiara was born. We opted for the 6 week (2 hours/week) course. The class was either very inspiring or too dreadful for us to spend several more Wednesday nights after work! We will have to see if we are eligible for a partial refund on the tuition…
Actually, the classes were good. We learned most of the things we forgot about our anatomy, we also learned breathing and focus techniques that we did ultimately use during the main event. Ironically, this Wednesday’s class was going to include a tour of the Labor and Delivery wing. Too bad there wasn’t an exam after each class. I would have popped down to the first floor last night just to screw up the grading curve!
I did get in a little trouble during our last class with Gina. They showed us a Miracle of Life movie containing four different birthing scenarios. First, was a woman that was having complications and requested an epidural shot. Second, was a Cesarean birth. Third, was an assisted natural birth. This one involved the doctor prying the baby’s head down the birth canal with spoons. However, these things looked like salad tongs made out of those wooden spoon decorations our Italian grandmothers tended to have hanging in their homes. For those unfamiliar with them, they were about 2 ½ feet long and came with a matching fork!
Finally, the last birth we were forewarned was very unrealistic. This was a woman delivering her 4th child. It looked like the husband and wife were filming a low budget soap opera. They were looking lovingly into each other’s eyes and hugging, while she basically hatched a baby. This thing came out like she was on some kind of Baby Metamucil! I believe the father’s line was, “I knew the baby was ready to come out, because she always hugs me real tight at that stage”
Where I got in trouble was their coverage of the … ehem… delivering of the placenta. This was a moment that just caught me off guard. I was prepared for bloody, gooey or disgusting. What I was not prepared for was what looked like a rather large grey ball being shot out of an automatic pitching machine! It gave me the giggles, because most body humor gives guys or people like me the giggles. I think Gina wanted to laugh too, but she was trying to be serious in front of the rest of the class. My moment of self-control weakness led to her questioning whether or not I was going to be Mr. Giggles when it was time to put our lessons learned to work. Well, you’ll have to ask her, but I think I came through like Maverick at the end of Top Gun!! Yes, I am hoping Chiara is just as modest as her Dad!