Birthing Class

Holy cow Sprout! Your Dad and I are taking our Prepared Child Birth classes at the hospital, and I wasn't so sure I was going to make it through the graphic movie. Most women who have been through it will probably tell me it is such a miracle, and no doubt it is. But somehow I've made it through sex ed, health classes and college level human biology classes without ever seeing the whole process. The film is usually done like the Baby Story on TLC, where they show the woman in labor in varying positions, then when the "big show" or "your debut" happens, they cut out to show the doctors, nurses, or family gathering around offering support and encouragement while the mom is reddish-purple faced from pushing, and a commentator is talking about the rest of the birth and briefly mentions the after-birth. Then the film cuts back to mom whose hair is drenched in sweat and baby has already had its first bath and is clean as can be. I've secretly always wanted to see the real deal just so I could truly know, but after seeing it I'm pretty sure I'm good for the rest of my life.

We have our second class today and after 5 pm tonight we should have the jist of what's going to happen from the time I start going into labor until the time we get to take you home with us in our arms. For the next part of once we get you back to our house are other classes offered by the hospital which we plan on taking, but that will come in January.

We are both learning a lot, and while there were moments in the class when I thought I had a permanent eye brow lift (Look Everyone! No surgery!) as I let the information settle and sink in, I started to become more excited about getting to meet you. Your Dad is going to be a great support partner too. The teacher is showing different ways to offer support, comfort and relaxation techniques. He caught on very quickly and has always done a great job being a cheerleader for me.