by Tanea Jimison

Created on: April 28, 2008

As we settled in to the delivery room in expectancy for my sister's third child we soon noticed it was going to be quite a funny experience. With my sister in active but not hard labor we thought for sure the tiny needle she had to have placed in her arm for the IV would not be that big a deal. Just as the nurse was wiping her wrist in preparation we noticed my sister cringing in pain.

"Are you having a contraction?" The nurse asked.

"No." My sister said with her head turned and looking in some sort of pain. "I am just deathly afraid of needles."

The nurse went on with her business as she noticed a tattoo around my sister's wrist.

"Wait, you have a tattoo, you can't be afraid of needles. Do you have more?" She asked.

My sister, still cringing with her head away managed to say, "Eight."

The whole room broke into laughter when we heard this thinking how funny it would be for her to be so scared of an IV. Just as the nurse was finished we had already begun a conversation on tattoos. We asked the normal questions of where, what and why. The nurse left the room as we all stood around laughing about the conversation we had just had.

About four hours went by when the previous nurse and a new nurse walked into the room. "This is going to be your new nurse." She said as she said her good-byes and left.

The new nurse, Molly, came in and introduced herself. "Hi, I am just going to check how you are doing. If you need anything let me know." She paused and she had to ask, "Do you have any questions?"

Thinking she had nothing seriously dyer to answer my sister jokingly said, "Do you have any tattoos?"

The nurse laughed and said, "That is usually not the answer I get with that question, but yes I do have a tattoo..."

Feeling daring we immediately asked what it was. To our dismay the nurse pulled her foot up onto the bed and started to hike her scrubs up.

There on her ankle was the smallest tattoo we had ever seen. With all the people in the room huddled closely around the nurse's ankle we all began laughing hysterically. She told us that when she got it, she told the artist she wanted something no one will ever have. So there on her ankle was the tiniest happy face conformed of a piece of bacon for the mouth and two eggs for the eyes. We knew then that we were going to be having an interesting time in the delivery room.

Just as we thought all our laughs had to be over and it was getting close to actually having the baby, another nurse walked in. She was a skinny cute nurse with a very bubbly personality. She comes in with a great big smile and stops with a halt.

"HI! JUST STOOL CHECKIN!" she blurted out as if it were something that was a paid for occupation in the hospital.

My mom and I immediately looked at each other in shock...

"They do that?" I said thinking she was crazy and never with any of my other nieces or nephews had I heard of stool checking.

"YUP!" She said nonchalantly

Just as I expected her to tell us all to get out of the room and walk over to my sister with some kind of instrument I had never seen, she walks over to the cupboard, opens the door, pools our a stool (The kind you sit on) and gives it a couple of bounces.

"It's a good one." She said and left the room.

We all started laughing hysterically in awe that there was something actually more funny than the tiny face made of bacon and eggs.

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