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:
- Push It – Salt n Peppa
- Pleasure and Pain – The Divinyls
- Breathe – The Prodigy
- We Gotta Get Outta This Place – The Animals
- The Drugs Don’t Work – The Verve
- Relax – Frankie Goes to Hollywood
- I’m Coming Out – Diana Ross
- Hey Baby – No Doubt
- I Wanna Be Sedated – The Ramones
- 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!
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.