You can drive 95 mph on I-24 westbound on a Friday night and you won’t necessarily get pulled over. You won’t even be the fastest car on the road.
Epidurals are a very good thing and should, in my opinion, be started at the beginning of the third trimester.
The process of determining how dialated a mom-to-be is reminds me a lot what I did at the end of dead end streets at night during high school. Not alone.
They mean centimeters, not inches. Duh.
Don’t even think about trying to figure out what your delivery-room doctor gets paid as an hourly basis. Figure it’s 1% for the labor, 80% for the education and the balance for malpractice insurance.
Little girls are a little harder to clean up during diaper changing time. But on the upside, they’re much less likely to surprise you with a firehose maneuver as soon as you remove the soiled Huggie.
If you get upgraded to a bigger room after recovery, you apparently get a younger, hotter nurse. Well done, DogDoc.
Baby toys look a lot like dog toys, but they are less likely to squeak when you squeeze them.
RUABelle really likes to shop for baby clothes. Especially pink ones. With pictures of Pooh bear on them.
If all goes well, they let you (make you) take the baby home with you after a few days. There is no longer a team of nurses to take care of you and the baby, and the training is minimal. Much less than the Driver’s Ed I had to take to get a license.
Luckily, people have been doing this forever in the bush, the desert and the tundra. I have no doubt that good people who are intelligent and loving will be unbelievable parents!
But it may take a village. Private CeeElCee reporting for duty, ma’am.
Did I mention how beautiful she is?