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The perfect birth…

When I think about the day Babyice arrives…


…it does not occur to me that Rudi might not be at home when I go into labour.

…it does not occur to me that I might go into labour during peak hour traffic.

…it does not occur to me that I might go into labour at 2AM.

…it does not occur to me that my water might break (if it does at all) in the Spar.

…it does not occur to me that I might have a false alarm.

…it does not occur to me that my gynae will not be there to hold my hand the entire time.


When I envision the onset of labour I think about the beginning of contractions…and that they are pretty close together (they always are in the movies, aren’t they?). Rudi and I gather up my hospital bag and shuffle off to hospital with no traffic at all. We get to the hospital and they confirm I am in labour. It isn’t too painful and I dialate easily. When I’m around 4 – 6 cms dialated they administer the epidural and it works like a dream. Next thing you know I’m holding Babyice. Wouldn’t that be nice?


I know that isn’t very realistic and that there are a million variations on this tale, but that would be a perfect birth experience for me. I do not have my heart set on it as I don’t want to be disappointed should things turn out differently.


Actually I try very hard not to think about it too much. I will cross those bridges when I get there. Calmly I hope.

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