This may surprise some of you, but Babs is really quite modest. No, really. I would much rather host a fabulous gala than be honored at one. I don’t like a whole lot of eyes on me all at once. Sure I can rise to the occasion and be the belle of the ball, but that requires me to put my shyness and reservations aside. Yes you will often catch me posing for pics, but that is because I would rather take a good planned picture than a crappy one where I’m not smiling or trying to block the camera.
As I sit here on the eve of delivery my baby, I can think of no greater show than labor and delivery. Truth be told, I would be happiest if it were just me and a couple of nurse practitioners. Even Tim could wait in the waiting room with a box of cigars while they put me under and magically extracted the baby. Hey, I’m old school!
Of course that is not an option so the circus will undoubtedly be in my delivery room. Doctors, nurses, interns (lower case I) and Lord knows who else. Additionally, both my mom and Tim’s mom will be present. Again, they could both wait at home as far as I am concerned, but I know how important this is to both of them. This is the first granddaughter for both, and I respect the importance of this occasion.
As far as others in the room as I am laboring and delivering, I’m cool on that. I’m not just speaking of legs flailing and pushing out the baby. I am talking about laying in bed with contractions while waiting for delivery to start. I really don’t want spectators watching me writhe in pain for hours and hours. And seriously, who wants to see that?
Note to all my besties: I will come to the hospital AFTER the baby arrives, and not a moment sooner.
One some of the many baby message boards that I frequent, I have seen lots of women talk about who will be present when they deliver. Some want just their husbands, others include mothers, sisters, aunts and the check-out lady at the Piggly Wiggly.
Personally, I’d prefer the chance to freshen up, put on some eyeliner and a fresh pair of jammies before I present my blessing to the world. Maybe it’s just me.
Who would you like have in the room with you? Who was in the room with you when you delivered your children? Did you allow visitors prior and after delivery?