Saturday night our little family went to a reunion. Our (home)birthing class reunion. If there’s one way to become close to someone, watch Peruvian women squat out their babies for 30 minutes.
I think I’ll start using that as an ice-breaker at parties. Hi, nice to meet you. Hey, take a look at this video…
Friends will be lining up at the Shack, I’m sure of it.
Here are the kidlets, along with their papas and a few Chucky-looking dolls behind them. The two on the left were born within 24 hours of each other as well as the two on the right. Our class put J, the midwife, through the ringer.
Speaking of her, here she is!
She was the teacher of our class and we all walked away with so much knowledge. The class was held on four saturdays for about 3 hours long.
But besides the education, we walked away getting to know some seriously funny folks. Like, I would double over as far as a pregnant lady could double over, funny. That was during the class, though, when we’d snicker like a 12 year old if someone said vajayjay. Or like when we were asked why a women gets shaved while in the delivery room. And someone answered, “Tangles?” Ah, yes, we were all back in 6th grade and loving it.
So I wondered how it would be after the fact. When we’re not joking about how the guys shouldn’t massage your wife during labor and expect it to lead to anything. Or hearing the men verbally high-five each other upon finding out that having sex can actually help induce labor naturally.
Those were all funny moments. But what about now? Oh my word, yes.
We all had different birthing experiences.
One lasted 35 hours while another only last 90 minutes. (Can we pause and try to imagine that? Yikes.)
One couple took a walk together under the moon and another ran around cleaning tubs and toilets (us).
I had my baby on my bed and another had hers squatting in the hallway. One gave birth in the water, and the other was on her hands and knees in the living room.
It was FAScinating. Yes, sometimes we were serious while listening to each other.
But for the most part, we looked like this:
I pretty much guffawed the whole night. Didn’t even talk to anyone. How are you, Carolyn? Bahahahaha! Ehhh, okay. Good to hear you’re well. How’s your baby? Tee hee hee hee.
I mean, good grief. Get a room with the jokes, Carrie.
In other news: Ruth was introduced to several friends. She, again, licked her chops as if she were going to devour them in apparently the only first impression she gives potential buddies.
We lasted as long as the little tykes would let us and then headed home. But not without first planning another get together at, guess where, THE SHACK for some games and more baby talk.
And yes, there will be laughter too. Yes, indeed.
The very first time I met J, my husband and I had JUST started dating. We went over to her house, he introduced me, and she immediately handed me a 3-ring binder with the family planning method inside and told me to read it over because when we got married, she would be more than happy to deliver our babies.
I just get massages these days. But when the babies come, I’ll call her. I mean, technically…she has “dibs.”
Aww.. Haha! You won’t be disappointed. We all had good experiences. 🙂
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