little bitty girl

I was watching one of those "baby birth" stories on TV. I am not really sure why I do so because it just makes me more determined to either adopt or be "too posh to push." Regardless, it's almost like watching a car wreck. You don't really want to stare but you are completely riveted.

This particular one seemed worse that others. The poor woman was whimpering and crying in agony. The doctor and nurses didn't tell her so that she would not freak out, but the baby was coming out, not just its head as normal but with one shoulder as well. Halfway through, she cried out, "Someone PLEASE help me!" to which her husband replied, "Sweetie, you were the one who decided not to take any pain killers. You can't turn back now."

W-H-A-T?

It immediately brought to mind a Margaret Atwood contribution in an anthology about women. I loosely quote this because I don't have the book on hand but she said something about men's brains not being wired the same way as a woman's. The left brain and right brain has it's own compartment and there is a very small connection between them, letting very limited information through -- unlike a woman's brain whose two sides are connected by a huge infomation superhighway.

I mentioned the show to Stefan and asked him whether he would ever say such an idiotic thing if I was in the midst of pushing out his 11lb child and he just said, "Do I look stupid? I like being alive."

Smart boy.