Watching One Born Every Minute last night made me think of my own pregnancy. Prior to having my daughter I was adamant that I wasn’t going to do any pre-natal classes which probably had something to do with my irrational fear of the NCT. I don’t know what it is about it but they scare the hell out of me.
Anyhow, a friend persuaded me it was a good idea so I signed up for the free classes on the NHS. I’m really glad I did as I met a few nice people who I couldn’t have survived the first few months without. Even if it was just to send them a text at 2am saying my child is the anti-Christ.
Before, I digress, back to the story at hand. Just imagine a room full of heavily pregnant woman with a lot of scared looking men. During one of the classes, the mid wife was explaining what we should expect after delivery. She said if everything was okay they would lay the baby on mummy’s chest. But if not, they may have to take the baby across the room to have a closer look.
And this is where I need to introduce Jill (not her real name). Bless her; she was a lovely lady but a bit nervous and suffering from pregnancy brain (or lack of). You could actually see her mind spinning and then she asked……
‘Do they cut the cord first????’
How bloody long did she think the cord was! I managed to keep a straight face but I was dying of laughter on the inside. We don’t see her anymore but we do still giggle about this.