Tom and I had our birthing class today. It was a lot of fun and I think we both learned a lot. Some parts of this class freaked us out a little. In a video, they show an actual birth, and whoever was video taping this birth, was not afraid to use the zoom button. We got up close and personal with this woman and her baby. It was amazing to see, but totally gross. I couldn't turn away. Tom covered his eyes, but I could see him peeking out between his fingers...just like you would do when watching a scary movie.
I definitely feel more ready now than before. I'm very curious to see how I handle the pain of the contractions and I'm curious to see if I turn into a crazy person or an overly emotional person. In the last few months, I've seen traces of both in myself, so I'm anxious to see which one will win when it comes to labor.
On the back of the booklet the hospital gave us is a little poem. I tried twice to read it during the class, but couldn't get past the first paragrah without tears so I decided to save it until after. Once we got in the truck to head home, I read it...
It is important to me
that I spend a part
of the next few hours
here alone with you in the darkness
You and I will never be this close again,
you will be a tiny person
all your own.
No longer the kicking, demanding
bulge in my body
that I have grown
to love so well.
I pray God will safely guide you
on your journey tonight
and I ask him for the strength
to help you all I can.
Again you signal your impatience
to be free...
Time to wake up your daddy.
As you can guess, I cried all the way home!