So I burned my hand this morning whilst pouring water from the kettle into my cup (note to self: make sure I am fully awake before I handle heavy machinery (i.e the kettle)) and the pain of boiling hot water searing my skin steak style made me think of when I was in labor with the twins, as yes I have not yet forgotten how painful labor was. It has been 4 months+ and the memory is still going strong. I'm still waiting for the "you'll forget the pain as soon as the babies are here" to kick in, (so many people said this to me...so either I have a really good memory or there is a big mother cover-up going on!).Anyway...thinking of my labor reminded me of this little conversation I had...
Scene: Me half naked in a very unflattering position on a hospital bed trying not to cry whilst a nurse repeatedly tries to put a cannula into my hand in-between my contractions which are now 2 minutes apart. Rob by my side looking quite worried and lots of doctors at the back of the room discussing how quickly they can get me into theater (unfortunately surgical and not musical - I so would make a great Mary Poppins, I can say and sing supercalifragilisticexpialidocious perfectly!).
Me: Crying in between my 2 min apart contractions
Doctor: Are you sad about something?
Me: Erm no (still in tears)
Doctor: Why are you crying then?
Me: Because labor really sucks and it really hurts!
Doctor: ...(Silent)
Ridiculous huh!
Right I am off to attempt to make myself another tea without causing myself a permanent injury!
