By KATHERINE COLLETTE
‘How was the birth?’
‘Epic. I had a 24 hour labour!’
‘Oh, really? I’d have killed for a 24 hour labour. Mine went for 38 hours.’
‘24 hours of pushing, I mean. There was another day, maybe two days, of just contractions.’
‘Yeah, that’s the same with me. When I finally went in to the hospital I was already six centimeters dilated!’
‘Six? I was sixteen!’
‘Really? I didn’t know you could be sixteen centimeters dilated!’
‘I know. I was so dilated they wanted to push parts of the baby back in.’
‘Wow.’
‘Yeah.’
‘Did it hurt?’
‘Nah. I have a really high tolerance for pain. And I meditate. I just visualised a flower opening up by a river of love and breathed deeply to the tune of Kumbaya.’
‘I visualised a flower as well!’
‘My flower was a single, perfectly formed sunflower swaying gently in a field of uncut grass.’
‘Mine was a tulip that had been picked by a mythical orphan fairy that was the spirit of my unborn child.’
‘Awesome. My sunflower was picked by an orphaned fairy too.’
‘I also had some laughing gas…’
‘Oh…’
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We thoroughly enjoyed this... very amusing! Thanks for the many giggles it has bought into our day !
Or the smug mothers who think their offspring are the most beautiful. Constantly posting pix of them and waiting for all the likes. Every week an updated pix of them telling the world how beautiful they are