12.07.2006

Birth U

J: Six weeks to go.

N and I spent the past two nights at Birth U. To those who might be dubious as to the need for such a class, doubt no more—you really don't know what you don't know until you've seen an actual birth on a 12 foot projection screen.

It wasn't all gory—we practiced breathing, too. (Here I learned I'll probably be passing out from hyperventilation somewhere along the way.)

Did you know the time to get to the hospital is when the woman can no longer walk or talk during the peak of a contraction. Well good to know. I probably would have been one of those guys who shows up and is told to go home. How embarrassing. You probably lose all your credibility with the nurses right there.

They still use those metal forceps! Metal. Forceps. Hello? There's been significant advances in medicine, there's been advances in monitoring, there's even been advances in the crappy pillows they give you—they haven't gotten any further than metal with the forceps?

Cooplah, R.N. told me when someone actually tries to perform CPR in the real world, they never remember the details of what they learned in the YMCA gym two years prior. What makes the difference is doing something. Anything. Breath, compression, breath. It doesn't matter, just do something.

This is how I see my role. Don't get me wrong, I'll do my best, but holey moley was there a lot of information to absorb. I don't think I'd remember it all on a test in a quiet classroom, let alone when N is actually giving birth.

I think the most important thing I can do is just be there with N.

That, and ask not to be filmed for the next Birth U.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ha! It's just like CPR: just keep breathing and YOU'LL be great! (and if you pass out, your private nurses won't be far!)

9:36 PM  

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