Labour of love
I am reading accounts of women giving birth the way I used to eat cashew nuts - unable to stop myself and always wanting more. Ina May Gaskin, Sheila Kitzinger, Kate Mosse, Lesley Regan, Zita West, Janet Balaskas
- their books form tower blocks next to my bed. I look forwards to bed
time the way I used to enjoy Friday nights after a long week at work.
It's my chance to read about how other women coped with pregnancy and
childbirth. This would be fine, were it not for the fact that I cannot
persuade my husband Va-vay to share my enthusiasm for these books.
Don't get me wrong, Va-vay could not be more supportive of my pregnancy
- in a practical, solution-oriented sense. He does lots of shopping,
cooking, cleaning, laundry and childcare. When Beanie woke last night
at 2.30am it was Va-vay who got up and searched for Calpol, then sat
with her until she fell back to sleep. At about 5am. It was Va-vay who
got her up two hours later, got her to nursery, took out the rubbish
and went to work.
In fairness to him, all that activity doesn't leave much time for
reading. But last week I did mention to him that since he's my birth
partner it would be nice if he could read up on labour. At the time he
became rather huffy. Accused me of accusing him of being
'unsupportive."
"No, Va-vay, that's not what I meant," I protested. "I'd just like us
both to be involved in the labour. For us both to know what's going on.
So you understand the emotional side too."
"I know all about emotions, living with you," he said.
I dropped the subject.
Then on Sunday I bought a book on potty training for Beanie and left it
in the bathroom - home to the potty training action. Later that evening
Va-vay came out of the bathroom, quite jubilant, and started quoting
facts from the book at me.
"Do you know what 'lifting' is?" he asked me.
"Errr, no. Why?"
"It's the practice of putting children on the potty last thing at night. Very controversial."
"Right. Well, thank you for letting me know that."
"If you want me to read any of those books on childbirth just leave
them in the bathroom too and I'll take a look at them," he said with a
jaunty air. No doubt he plans to quote salient facts back at me. He is
just not taking this seriously. My private bits are risking mutilation.
There will be pain, blood and gore - however well it goes. I don't want
Ina May and Sheila left in the bathroom - it feels disrespectful.
Bring on our birth preparation workshops. Then I will have him
discussing feelings. In a group. With people he doesn't know. Ah,
vengeance.
Posted
11 February 2008 10:26