WELL. . . .
At my first birth, my doctor (who I otherwise quite liked) seemed to straying a bit too far toward a comedian role. I had dropped to my knees and was resting on my forearms on the hospital room floor (didn't make it from bathroom back to the bed between the contractions). My doctor just happened to come into the room at that moment and said something cheeky and mildly sarcastic about how things things were coming along. Not
My daughter was born about 3 hours later and I had a tear that he explained was "just barely second degree". I had pushed for about 40 minutes. She was 9lbs 14.25oz. and beautiful and perfect and content. As the doctor was stitching me up, he said (in a mildly humourous tone), "I bet you don't want to do that
again anytime soon!" I didn't know if he meant: having a tear, being in labour, pushing a baby out. It just seemed so out of place. I was so high on birth hormones that I felt like happily shouting, "You betcha' I would! I'd have another baby next week if it could work that way".
Then the next morning, the discharge nurse was yakking about perineal care and talking about how I had "quite
a tear!" I knew my doctor had explained that it was so very minorly into the muscle that it was almost a shame to write down "2nd-degree tear" but that technically it was. She didn't know that. But I was pretty sure she did
know what 3rd and 4th degree tears were so I thought her comment was a little
I find the medical staff often have to put in little digs or other such comments to reassure themselves about how essential their roles are.
At my last birth (twins) we delivered at an unplanned hospital with an on-call doctor we'd never met. We arrived at the hospital 40 minutes before the first birth. Doctor arrrived about 10 minutes later. We spent most of that 30 minutes arguing with her. This included her telling me authoritatively that I had to
lay back in the bed because that was the only way she knew how to deliver a breech baby (second twin). I said, "Oh, so you've delivered a breech before?" Ummmmm. . . . nope! (Kind of a stupid things to say then, when you are arguing your book research against a parent's book research and the parent obviously knows a lot more specifics than you do).
My very favourite
, though, was when she was checking me out after the boys were born so easily. Palpates my abdomen and feels compelled to "tsk-tsk" while telling me that I'm really going to have to do a lot of exercises because my abdominal muscles are separated enough that she can set two fingers between them. You think?!
I just carried 2 babies worth 14.5lb and their ancillary support systems to a healthy birth at 39weeks and 4days. I had to battle doctors all the way (including you, just an hour ago!) and you think I am surprised or even care that my abdominal muscles aren't at their finest?! Yeesh!!