Dateline Saturday, December 8, another day that will go down in history as a day of infamy...or at least something like that.
Trust me, I'm trying to stay calm here!
On Saturday, my parents attended a Prepared Child Birth Class! What an oxymoron if I've ever heard one--what parent is really prepared for the birth of a child. I'm not even sure Mary and Joseph were quite ready for the Baby Jesus to come along. They certainly were not ready for all that He brought into the world.
Anyway, I'm getting off the subject. We went Saturday to a class to help my parents prepare for my arrival. The day started off good. We had a friendly nurse leading the class. She seemed nice enough and had three children of her own. However, when she started showing videos of various births, that was almost more than I could take! I will admit, I even closed my eyes a few times during those videos and I tried to get my Mommy to do the same.
I'm supposed to do what? How am I to know to do all of those things? I can't remember which way to turn, when I'm supposed to turn and drop, and I definitely don't know if I want to leave this very warm place where I am right now.
All during the class, I poked my Mommy to let her know that I didn't like the class one bit! I tried to tell her that I was ready to go home! But, she didn't listen, she just rubbed her belly and tried to calm me down. I wasn't having any of that. I wanted to go home and I didn't want to listen to any more videos or hear any more about what life would be like after February 13.
Do all babies go through this? I didn't realize that. I just thought it was like "here I am" and it was done. This nurse talked about contractions and pain and breathing deep. She even had my Mommy hold a bag of ice for 60 seconds to let her know she could handle just about anything for that long. I'm not sure a bag of ice is the same as having a baby. I guess we will soon see!
Pray for my Mommy and Daddy. I think the reality of it all hit this over the weekend! They definitely need your prayers.
Evan
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Dear Evan,
This is your Dad writing. Everything is going to be fine! I promise. Your Mommy and I needed this class to help us prepare for your arrival. We needed to see the hospitial where you will be born and to meet some of the nurses who will be helping to take care of you. Everything will be okay. Sometimes, life is scary, but your Mommy and I love you very much and only want the very best for you.
Love,
Dad
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