This is a humourus but true story, of what I endured during the birth of my
Son…
The most joyus occassion in your life is the birth of your child.
Unlike me don’t wait until your dialated to eight, or you will go wild.
Sorry dear, it’s almost here you should have come in sooner.
You can’t have anything for the pain, your having natural child birth.
What did you say, this cannot be, this isn’t the way we rehearsed it.
I was suppose to come right in and have an ephidural right now.
There must be something you can do, I feel I am giving birth to a cow.
Don’t worry that’s the head coming out, now push as hard as you can.
Your not the one giving birth now where the hell is my man.
I need him next to me right now so I can break his hand.
Just keep pushing here comes the shoulders, you are doing just fine.
Give me a shot, let me pass out, I’m going out of my mind.
Push one more time it’s almost out, your just about there.
There’s my husband. Come here babe, I want to pull out your hair.
Congratulations, it’s a boy, he looks just like his Dad.
Do you want to hold him now, He’s ready to see his Mommy.
I hold him close in my arms, and he cuddles right in..
He looks so perfect like his Dad, even his little chin.
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