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)┬áin 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.