Another checkup, another clean slate.We attended our second birthing class last night. I'm relieved to say that it was not followed with nightmares involving myconium as last week's class was. This was my anxiety, mind you, not Hal's. We did get to see all the nasty tools that I hope we don't have to use- a screw that augers the electrode into the baby's scalp for more data readings, the suction pump to slurp the tyke out, the scrapers & hooks to disrupt the placenta. And let's not forget the FORCEPS.
What happened to the good ol' days when the men sat in the waiting room with an old copy of Sports Illustrated & a couple of packs of cigarettes?
If anyone's going to need some relief in the delivery room, it's probably me.
Now you just need to learn how to spell meconium.
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