Last night we watched the “Stages of Labor” video in our birth class.
Although I looked over and witnessed several horrified looks on Jason’s face through the course of the video, he didn’t actually make a run for the bathroom until we got to the footage of the placenta coming out.
I’m not quite sure why it was necessary for the attending doctor to slap the placenta onto a metal try and start rummaging through it (has anyone else seen this particular video?!), but that’s about the time Jason had enough.
Thankfully, the drama only amounted in some dry heaving and not an actual vomitting episode.
After the video we practiced some relaxation techniques. One of them called for Jason to stand behind me and place a firm hand on my shoulders or back while the teacher talked us through a pretend contraction so we could practice our breathing.
As we started, I tried to close my eyes and follow along but I kept hearing Jason behind me, right in my ear. I turned around and he was deep into the in-through-the-nose, two-short-breaths-out-through-the-mouth technique. He had this twisted, concerned look on his face like he himself was going through a contraction at that very moment.
At that point I ruined the exercise for everyone else due to my uncontrollable laughter.
This is the time to consider calling in reinforcements. I don’t think Jason and I are going to make it through this labor thing on our own.