LaTigresse
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I am not sure how dramatic it is but I had my first child at home. Went into labour that morning, spent all freakin day at the hospital, they finally decided it was false labour and sent me home. We stopped and ate at Wendy's, then went home. I took a handful of calcium pills, a warm bath and went to bed. A premonition told me to put a garbage bag and towel under my arse before drifting off to sleep. I woke up at 12:45ish am, to serious labour and broken water (thank god for premonitions). My son was born at 1:10ish am in the same bed (because there was NO FUCKING WAY I was getting in a car to drive 40 miles back to the hospital at that point, especially with my, by then, drunk husband behind the wheel and I was in no condition to drive), all nice and healthy. After some clean up we did go back to the hospital to get checked out and stitched up. The doctors commended my, then, husband on a job well done. I remember I was mad as hell at the doctor because it was obvious he (the husband) was so drunk as to be damned near worthless. We had to wait for his mother to come and drive us to the hospital as it was. Such a glorious marriage that was!
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My twisted, self deprecating, sense of humour, finds alot to laugh about, in your lack of one! Just because you are well educated, articulate, and can use big, fancy words, properly........does not mean you are right!
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