I didn't take it that way AG. I remember attending a Lamaze class and having these midwives tell us what a beautiful experience it was, husband and wife watching the birth of their first child. My wife bought into all this to the point of wanting not to have our son in the hospital but at home where one could be surrounded by candles, rose petals and beautiful music.
“Bah, humbug.”, Harley said. The ever practical, detach and unemotional Harley told her I would be with her during the birthing procedures but I was insistent on doctors and specialists being around in a hospital environment. The labor went terribly wrong and a team of doctors rushed in to correct the problems. (They told me to go stand in a corner for which I was more than happy to do.) Fortunately, everything was solved but my poor wife was miserable for about a month afterward and found out that you can’t believe everything you hear in a Lamaze class.
Glory be to God for leading brother Harley. :) I was blessed to go through it twice in support of my wife while she strangled the stuffed animal I gave her as a focal point. It was funny because through the whole miracle of birth I was fine, and I had the best seat in the house. The thing that made me turn green was beforehand, during the epidural: "don't move or you might be paralyzed". After that fun everything was great.
I remember that I just kept telling her that if I could go through all this in her place that I would. She really appreciated that at the time. :)