I was so hungry and thirsty during the final hours of labor that, especially while I was pushing, I have to be honest… I wasn’t thinking about how great it was going to be to finally meet my daughter. I wasn’t focussing on her little head emerging into the world… I wasn’t propelled by the idea of becoming a mother….
I spent the pushing phase of the labor mostly fixated on the can of Sunkist that was sitting on the other side of the room, waiting for me to drink it. I’d sent my husband to the vending machine to get me a cold orange soda. I don’t even know why it was that, specifically. I’m normally a coca-cola kind of girl. But, I was sick of ice cubes already, and I couldn’t WAIT to get my hands on a cold sody pop.
My OB’s all “Bear down. BEAR DOWN! You’re doing great!!! Way to GO!!!”
and I’m all
“mmmm…. orange soda… can’t wait….” push, push, push “hey, lady, could you duck your head down a bit more? You’re ruining my view of the Sunkist that’s on the table behind you.”
my husband’s all “You’re doing great honey” and at one point “Way to go, Babe” (to which I shot him the look of “if I wasn’t strapped to these tubes right now, I’d get up and whomp you over the head with my flip-flop for calling me that”)
and I’m all
“SSSSSsuuuuunkissstt.” push, push, push “SSSSSsuuuuunkissstt.”
Anyway, after Lulu did come out, I completely forgot about the soda.
Never drank it. I found it, warm and forgotten, months later as I unpacked the last of the box-o-stuff the hospital sends you home with.
That post made me laugh….and thirsty. I hated those damn ice chips.
What a great giggle! Thanx!
Now I’m craving an orange soda, too.