My daughter was born September 22nd, 1988. She was a joy to us and the child I didn't expect to have. I couldn't tell you about the birth because mine was an emergency C-section with all sorts of complications. However the road to pregnancy can be a funny experience and one of the events in our doctors office is worth telling.
My husband and I were both second timers. We had both had bad marriages and brought into our marriage 3 beautiful children that were to reside full time with us. I had a son, and my husband had a son and daughter. We made the decision that we would not have children of our own as we wanted to focus on raising the children we already had. As a blended family, we recognized that there would be a lot of challenges for our little tribe, and we were content to watch them thrive and grow.
In addition, I told my husband that I had a very difficult time conceiving my son and the chances of having another child would be slim. We were married 3 months when I became pregnant. It never dawned on me that my challenges with conception may not have been my problem. (You can quit laughing, as my husband still hasn't gotten over that piece of misinformation.)
At any rate, once the shock subsided, we were excited about the prospects of our new arrival. As I grew larger and more apple like, the doctor brought to our attention that our baby was transverse lie. She was not moving into the birth canal but was quite happily wrapped from side to side around me. The chances of her turning were very small and a C-section would be required.
My husband insisted on coming to the last visit at the doctors. I was very shy to begin with and as newlyweds still getting to know one another physically, I was a little uncomfortable about having him in the doctors office with me. However, he was so set on "supporting" me, I couldn't tell him not to come. After all, this was his child, too.
At our arrival to the doctors office, I was taken into a room and asked to disrobe so that the doctor could do an examination. There was no private place to change and it meant stripping down in front of my husband. I was feeling uncomforable about that, as I was all belly and not feeling overly attractive. As I usually do when I feel uncomfortable, I started to giggle as I started taking off my clothes. My husband, sensing my awkwardness, started to laugh and ask what the matter was.
I snapped at him to turn his head and look the other way, but he just started laughing a bit harder. And then the unthinkable happened. I'm standing there buck naked, trying to get the stupid dressing gown on when I realized its only half of a dressing gown. At this point, I am beyond embarassment and start nervously laughing at a rapid rate. That's when I started to lose control of my bladder! I am now completely mortified.
I am standing half dressed in front of my husband, laughing hysterically while emptying my bladder on the doctors floor. Not a high moment in my life. Did I mention that this was when the doctor came in. He took one look at the situation, raised his eyebrows as high as they could possibly go, and said he would be back in a few minutes. I used the gown to clean up the floor and sat naked on the bed until the nurse brought me another gown.
The doctor was kind enough not to ask any questions. Just said we seemed to be having a good time. When we left the office, we got into the car and started to drive home. I couldn't even look at my husband. I was more than a little ticked off when he pulled the car over half way home and laughed for about half an hour without stopping. (Okay, I joined him, but still...)
We couldn't look at each other for days. Giving birth for us wasn't that funny, but getting there still makes us belly laugh.