I just remember a lot of yelling. I think my wife’s dissatisfaction is my fault cause she blamed me repeatedly in no uncertain terms.
You and my husband can commiserate.
After being awake for 34 hours, in back labor for 8 and induced labor for another 7, I was cursing at everyone during contractions - including him.
As soon as my son cleared my body and I heard him cry out, the pain stopped. The most overwhelming wave of love crashed over me and I transformed into a delightful, obedient angel for everyone in the room. I happily pushed out the afterbirth, shifting and moving as instructed, and didn’t make a sound while they stitched up my episiotomy.
Alongside me, my husband was choking back tears.
A few moments after they placed my son in my arms, his beautiful, squashed face open for everyone to see, I looked up at husband and stated, “When can we have another one?”
His look of response was a mixture of incredulity and mortification.
What a trooper my husband was. Even after the hell I put him through, he still gave me a few more.
Due to circumstances beyond our control, my wife gave birth with no anesthesia or blocks.
It was terrifying to watch.
The second time she went in demanding an epidural at the front desk.