“Push! mama, push!”
We all were fine when Mr red kept to his appointments. Nobody complained, nobody grumbled. He did his part and we ladies knew what to do with our pants. But the moment we gave pant control to the male folk, all in the name of marriage (or just plain sex), damned we were. (Forgive me crude language honorable sirs and mas). Then, the ironic prayers to see Mr red became intensified. “Father Lord, please send me blood this month…”.
Believe me, we want babies, at least most of us do. But, have you seen those movie scenes? You know, those ones where a woman with an abdominal protrusion (that threatens to occlude the fact that she has legs) tries to stand up from her seat infront of the television. Mid-motion, she jerks, widens her eyes and, “Oh my God, my water has broken”. (Camera zooms downwards, shows water.) ( Rolling my eyes). Next thing, she lets out this eardrum piercing scream and… let me just say that from that moment, the woman’s brain majorly communicates PAIN.
She often also concludes that her husband/boyfriend/bedmate is solely at fault. Male folk… ndo o.
She forgets being prim and proper and in extreme cases, has recognition problems. This usually comes up in the hospital:
1. She thinks that the doctor is her husband.
2. She thinks all male entities are at fault.
The recipients of this temporary deficiency of the brain usually suffer for it. Badly.
The period of labour. Oh, those hours!
When it is over and mother carries her child, it seems like nothing. But, in the heat of it, it IS something. Even the films do not depict it well. Only experience can tell it right. But like i said earlier, the little the movies have shown is enough to scare one from the actual experience. Phew, writing about it is scary in itself.
Then one young man will proudly say, “I want 7children, the number of perfection”.
Plix, how about you carry the pregnancies and deliver the babies?lol
Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience and understanding. Let’s do this together…
Next up is a special edition for my dear classmates; “Behind the Scenes:MBII”.