Why I Want My Mom During Labor

My mom is a rock. A quirky, neurotic rock. The night before a trip to the mountain, she tried to save time by scrambling the eggs for breakfast the night before. That's my mom. A time saving, preemptive egg scrambling, quirky, neurotic rock.

Say what you will about my mom's weirdo tendencies, her strength is unmatched. Also, within the last 3 months she has started treating me like a grown up - and I'm not even 33 yet. She's also really reliable and level-headed in extreme circumstances. Only in extreme circumstances, though. She called me 3 times yesterday stressing about what to return and exchange for family Christmas gifts, but I believe she would be incredibly decisive if she had to survive in the woods during a snowstorm.

The more I have been thinking about it, the more I realize that I want my mom with me while I'm in labor. I would consider that to be an extreme circumstance, and I think she would be strong, decisive, and supportive for me. Plus, according to the videos I've been watching it's really painful, and who doesn't want to cry for their mom when they're hurt?

I also think it would be good for my mom to be around to help Papapotamus. If this labor is anything like my last one, it is going to last a long, long, long time. With my first child, I labored for 24 hours before going to the hospital and laboring another 12 before I had an emergency C-section. It would be a great help to my husband if there was someone to whom he could "pass the baton". Just because I can't take a break, doesn't mean that he shouldn't be able to rest. After all, one of us has to be able to stay awake after the baby is born.

So I have decided to ask my mom to be with me during labor. Did you see that mom? (She's reading this a week late). I said you can be with me during labor, but don't get your hopes up about delivery.

I do not want my mom with me during delivery. Sorry you had to find out like this, mom, but there are several good reasons.

1. I know you wiped my butt for me once upon a time, but you haven't seen my butt in a while, and I think I would like to keep it that way.
2. I really think I might say the F-word and I don't need you passing out from the shock. I need all of the doctors and nurses focused on my Hoo-ha, and not on you lying on the floor.
3. Once the pushing starts there will be no way for you to take away what will surly be the worst pain of my life. As a mom, I know that there is no greater hurt than seeing your child hurt, and I would never want to do that to you.
4. My husband did this, let him deal with it.

I'm sure if my mom knew how to leave a comment on a blog she would say something cute and funny. She might try to talk my sister into leaving the comment for her, but Sissy and I have talked about this and mom needs to learn how to be independent on the computer.

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