I’ve decided to do a more controversial post today. Well…not really. I’m just warning you if you’re at all squeamish.
Yesterday my family got together for my little brother Karl’s birthday. Tons of fun. We had spaghetti, which is always a good choice, and a phenomenal german chocolate cake my mother made. Mmmmm….
Joey, my nephew, and I made up a new language and I got him in trouble…again. What can I say? It was REALLY funny. So funny that he had a melt down.
Everyone had left the party but my dad, my mom, Karl, Andrew and me. We all had a bad case of the Sunday lethargicness and were therefore sagging comfortably in my parents big yellow couches talking about nothing in particular.
Lately, I’ve been prone to only speaking about pregnancy and babies…I’m sorry if you’ve been the brunt of this. But it’s true. No matter what setting I’m in, it tends to come up. I must say though that it is difficult, when you have a huge lump protruding off the front of you and a human being moving inside you constantly, not to think about it and talk about it…all the time.
So, the same thing happened last night and I started flappin’ my chops about something totally inappropriate concerning birth and the experience I wanted and the fears I had and so on.
Let me first say that I have a little bit of a refugee complex. Years ago I worked for the Refugee Resettlement Program of the US. It was a wonderful experience and I enjoyed every bit of it…but it left me with a weird obsession. I have to be able to leave a place at any time. I carry my passport wherever I go. I keep entire changes of clothes in different places like my car so that if pressed to leave or flee at any time….I could. And finally I don’t like anything that could inhibit my running at any moment (except flip flops). I’ve just heard too many horror stories about it. I’ve known too many people who have had to run at the last minute.
So…inevitably, and as it always does, the Epidural came up. I have heard from so many people how amazing this is but I’m having one hurdle and that is it – one thing that I just can’t get over to allow myself the pleasure of having one of these babies administered to me while I push my baby out.
It Stays in you! And you are numb from the waist down…What if terrorists come to the hospital and Andrew and Clare and I have to get out as quickly as possible?…no way girlfriend….you’ve got no feeling in your legs at all. You have jello for limbs. You’re a sitting duck. You might as well just bring your a white surrender flag to the hospital in your overnight bag. Or let’s say there is a fire and none of the elevators are working…do you think those nurses are going to help me down the stairs?! NO sir! They’ll leave me and take my baby. Sound paranoid? Yeah…I go to meetings for it. (refugees complex anonymous)
Needless to say, Dad, Mom, nor Karl believed that the Epidural stays in your back. They didn’t understand why I was so upset. “Whatever Val…it’s just a shot.”
Well, my friends, it does stay in.
(I’m not in anyway criticizing those who have the bravery to bear the Epidural. I’m proud of each friend that has had one. I’m just scared __itless to get one myself.)In other news: I’m terribly excited to announce that Rob Levit and I will finally begin recording on our little project (starting in mid June). We’ve been working on it for more than a year now and I believe it’s the time. You’ll be able to download it from iTunes but we’re not sure yet that we will release hard copies. You’ll love it.