There is one sound I love most in the entire world – that sound is silence.  Something I probably should have considered further before having a baby.  Babies are noisy – all the time – even when they are sleeping.

Anyway.  My husband got out his old iPod the other day – the one I bought him before we had a child and he promptly threw it in the cupboard and forgot about.  Before he did that though- he put together a playlist for the birthing suite.  I’m not a lover of music and was hardly enthused, I drive without music, I don’t listen to it at home, I don’t own a single CD.  But he was so excited about ‘the list’.

Now my son is nearly five now – and seeing this iPod has been AWOL – I’d never actually listened to this list.  We had planned on placing the iPod in the hospital bag.  However, even though I had been having pains all day, the Gyno ($5,000 a pop mind you) told me I had weeks to go.

So two hours after seeing the doctor and I was two minutes apart writhing in pain in the bakery section of Coles, it didn’t actually click that I was in labour, so off to the hospital we went (just to get checked out) without the iPod, the bag, my pretty nighty I had carefully picked out to give birth in, and my dignity. An hour later we welcomed a bouncing baby boy (don’t hate me I had a crap pregnancy!).

Five years go by – today I listened to the playlist.  Honey – I know you were trying to be funny…. but really.

Play list includes:

1. Push It – Salt n Peppa
2. Pleasure and Pain – The Divinyls
3. Breathe – The Prodigy
4. We Gotta Get Outta This Place – The Animals
5. The Drugs Don’t Work – The Verve
6. Relax – Frankie Goes to Hollywood
7. I’m Coming Out – Diana Ross
8. Hey Baby – No Doubt
9. I Wanna Be Sedated – The Ramones
10. Ring of Fire – Johnny Cash (soooo true!)

Today it makes me smile – but I don’t know if it would have had the same affect back then.  So ladies, give your hubbies a bit of free reign when it comes to the music for labour – it might just make you laugh – just not at the time!

See ya!

Freda!

Guest Blog by Freda McFishntackle, Freda (or Federica for short) is a mother of two from Queensland with a wry sense of humour and a mortgage you could trip over.  Admittedly terrible with money, it’s her goal to get back on track in 2011/12/13/14.