Saturday, February 16, 2008
Can I have that delivered ... ?
One of my dear friends had her baby this week. Emma is two weeks early and arrived on Valentine's Day after 29 hours of labour. Welcome, Emma, future blog-reader. *g*
Seriously, one wonders why do women do this? 29 HOURS. I mean, I keep telling my friends if there's going to be even the slightest chance I'll decide to have a child before my biological clock runs out, they need to STOP TELLING ME THE DETAILS of pregnancy, labour, delivery, and child-rearing. I want to go into the experience in blissful innocence if I go into it at all. I don't want to know what's coming. I don't want to be prepared. I think it's better that way because if I think 29 hours sounds bad, I can almost guarantee I'll be one of those women who's in labour for 14 DAYS! That's just the way things go in my life. (And seriously, I don't want to know that labour that long is even possible.)
I'm going out today to pick up the new baby (plus mother and father) from the hospital. Brenda said I made it sound like pizza delivery:
"I'm going out. You want anything?"
"Yeah, bring me back a baby."
"Sure thing."
(Um, except that would be kidnapping.)
Ah, babies. Glorious noise and mess. Gotta love 'em. When I think of babies, I think of this quote by Friedrich Nietzsche: "One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star." If I'm ever going to have one, I want it to be exactly that - a dancing star.
(And no, not like "Dancing with the Stars". Oh, never mind.)
Seriously, one wonders why do women do this? 29 HOURS. I mean, I keep telling my friends if there's going to be even the slightest chance I'll decide to have a child before my biological clock runs out, they need to STOP TELLING ME THE DETAILS of pregnancy, labour, delivery, and child-rearing. I want to go into the experience in blissful innocence if I go into it at all. I don't want to know what's coming. I don't want to be prepared. I think it's better that way because if I think 29 hours sounds bad, I can almost guarantee I'll be one of those women who's in labour for 14 DAYS! That's just the way things go in my life. (And seriously, I don't want to know that labour that long is even possible.)
I'm going out today to pick up the new baby (plus mother and father) from the hospital. Brenda said I made it sound like pizza delivery:
"I'm going out. You want anything?"
"Yeah, bring me back a baby."
"Sure thing."
(Um, except that would be kidnapping.)
Ah, babies. Glorious noise and mess. Gotta love 'em. When I think of babies, I think of this quote by Friedrich Nietzsche: "One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star." If I'm ever going to have one, I want it to be exactly that - a dancing star.
(And no, not like "Dancing with the Stars". Oh, never mind.)
# posted by Paula Jane @ 8:38 a.m. 
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oh PJ, you are so right about not wanting to know. When I was pregnant, I used to get cornered by women who wanted to tell me their own little horror story. Do they think they were doing me a favour?!
Anyway, nothing can prepare a woman for the amazing/intense experience (and childbirth births two new people... the baby AND a mother are born at the same time)... but what I will say, is that it's totally worth it.
My baby came at the last possible moment. I know all about tick tick tick.
Anyway, nothing can prepare a woman for the amazing/intense experience (and childbirth births two new people... the baby AND a mother are born at the same time)... but what I will say, is that it's totally worth it.
My baby came at the last possible moment. I know all about tick tick tick.
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I know nothing except that your friend is lucky to have a friend like you. And Emma too.
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