I was working on this half way in the night (a few nights back) when I got interrupted by Max and then I fell asleep while nursing him. The due to the change of event, I forgot about this. So here is a be-lated post:
Referring back to my labor for Maxwell:
There was this time between contractions, when I was not given the gas yet, I was gasping and trying to withstand the pain, and Mike squeeze my hand. He thought it'd distract or divert the pain and he got a, "Don't squeeze me. I squeeze you" whispered between pants to him. I squeezed his hand all the way. If it was not for the pain that was suffocating me, I'd probably had yell out those words. But I'm not really the yelling type. But we do look back and found this funny.
The other "Helpful" thing Mike tried to do was to do the breathing exercise which we learnt in the ante-natal class from the time I was pregnant with Micah. Of course you can't expect a woman in pain to concentrate. Mike was going, "Hooo. Hooo..." at a consistent interval (I think. Just can't focus on that irritating blowing sound in my ears.) I just held my hand over his mouth, said "stop" and gasped and panted more.
I guess the gas, if it was not good for anything else, helped me to breath a little better or I may have passed out for lack of oxygen.
Dear daddy, always so involved in our lives. :) Thank you.