Tales From Gas and Air...

At some point in the future, I will entertain you with the wonderfully traumatic tale of my son's birth. For now, here are some snippets of things I said / did whilst under the influence of gas and air (the most marvellous drug in the world) and which I instructed Mr B to keep a note of in case I needed them in future (presumably for this blog post...)

1. Whilst Mr B was taking photos of the delivery room (and I was sucking on my gas and air) I asked him: "does my hair look messy in that photo?"

2. I developed a preoccupation with taking off my leggings because "they'll stop the baby getting out" (yes, that was precisely the problem...)

3. I advised Mr B that without my gas and air everything was "a whole world of pain"

4. I needed a drink and asked Mr B to "pass me the light water because this bottle is full of heavy water"

5. I developed a preoccupation with "the butterflies". For clarification, there were no butterflies in my delivery room, I was talking about the vibration from my TENS machine. It did bugger all to help the pain, but I did like the butterflies.