19 Aug SNAPSHOT | Birthing Partner Fail
Birthing room. Our first.
After hours of waiting, Kristi is finally pushing.
It was 3:45am. I had been standing for a while supporting Kristi.
“You’re doing awesome honey! Push! That’s it.” I said.
“Great Kristi, the head is right there,” said the doctor.
Kristi was doing amazing. She did in all three births. No wailing and screaming. Just focused pushing.
“Ummm, I think I have to sit down,” I said so no one could hear me while hearing me at the same time. ” I feel really light-headed all of a sudden.”
It wasn’t necessarily the queasy aspect of childbirth that was getting to me, although it could have been – just too much standing.
“Sorry honey, but I gotta sit down.” She was in another world, one of pain she’s never experienced before in her life. She wasn’t about to offer me empathy and understanding at my possible fainting.
I sat down right there on the floor next to her bed. She kept pushing.
“Oh, are you okay,” said the nurse.
“I’ll be alright, I just need to sit here for a second.”
She left the room and returned with a small cup of orange juice. “Here, drink this.”
Meanwhile, the doctor is now helping to hold Kristi’s legs because I can’t and she’s still pushing.
“You’re doing awesome honey, keep going!” I encourage from the floor, sipping my orange juice.
All my fairy tale expectations of being the supportive husband of the year were shattered as I sat, emasculated by my light headedness, sipping orange juice, leaning against the wall with legs extended, while my wife was attempting to push a small human through her vagina.