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enigma | 21:17 Fri 07th Jul 2006 | Body & Soul
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Tonight on Big Brother , Davina McCall commented on the fact that someone in the crowd was mooing instead of booing and she said "That's what I do in labour" As I mentioned on here about 18 months ago , I shocked my hubby when at the height of a contraction near the end of my labour , instead of groaning I mooed - really loudly ! I was buzzing on gas and air and was so tired that I was drifting in and out of sleep (well , as much as you can in between contractions) and thought at one point that I was a cow in a field chewing grass - hence the mooing ! (Isn't gas and air magic ?!!) My midwife just laughed and said "Well that's a new one" and after DMs comment , I wondered if there are any fellow mooers on AB or what the strangest thing you've done in labour was or maybe someone you know did/said something strange. Come on , it can't just be me and Davina.
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i apologise for the use of my foul language, only to be told that i dont actually swear!
I think i may with this one as i cant have any pain relief!
Whilst i was in labour on Gas and air with my daughter claire, i thought I was ponch out of CHIPS! and riding a bloody harley!!!!!!!!!! seriously
I didn't talk at all!

Total opposite of normal! XxX
what do u mean boobs? not even G&A
the only thing i complained about( first labour) was that i couldn't focus after a blast of G&A,the room was spinning too much for me to push !!
Other than that i was silent throughout both :o)
I had epidural and emergency C so didn't say much but sister in law was very surprised at her ability to moo and she didn't have any pain relief!
I hardly made a sound. I didnt have gas and air as it made me feel sick so the only way i could cope was to shut my eyes tight for 6 hours and just focus on my breathing. I was almost blinded by the light when i opened them again to see my son.
My wife is very laid back and makes no noise until right towards the end when she lets out this blood curdling gutteral roar like a bloody lion, absolutely terrified me the first time.
Like Mrs nox I made low growling type noises towards the end at the pushing stage...during the contractions I groaned, and Mr Pippa commented that I looked and sounded like I did when the baby was being made ;o)
Quiet all the way through and I screamed and screamed at the end. In fact I shouted that I wanted my mum, I thought I was going to die.
...I only had 10 mins of hard labour...during which I made a growling noise from my throat...and the bl00dy midwife had the nerve to say "don't do that love you'll have a sore throat in the morning"...!!!!!!!....the next day, a sore m!nge seemed to divert me from my sore throat....
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All great answers. Lmao @ Noxlumos - that's a cracker. I can just imagine your face. You must have got the fright of your life ha ha ! At least us women have an idea of what's happening (cursing my hubby under my breath !) to us but it must be scary for men. Or at least it was for my hubby at birth number two when he leaned in to kiss me just as I got a contraction and as I reached out to him , the pain was too much and instead of grabbing his hand - which I meant to - I grabbed his chest and in particular his nipple , which I had a tight grip on. The midwife had to unclench my fingers and apparently I ripped out a few chest hairs. Oops.

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Birth number one I thought I was at a Suede concert - I don't even like Suede but they were playing on the radio and I asked hubby if he had managed to get us front row seats. My midwife told me that I had the best seat in the house.

Birth number two I was forced into natural childbirth by two nasty midwifes who refused me pain relief from the start and made it a truly awful experience which I later reported them for. They gave me a telling off for grabbing hubby's chest - remarking that he would have no chest hair left at that rate and said that I was being a baby and that women in Africa would be ashamed of me because they can just 'squat by the road and give birth'. I pointed out that I wasn't IN Africa and didn't remember having said that in my birth plan that I would prefer to squat in the road. They also kept asking me to make tribal grunts (?) Bizarre !
Birth number three : Due to severe lack of gas and air in birth no 2, I gorged on the stuff to the point where I was nauseous , actually heard buzzing and felt as if I was under strobe lightning. My tongue went numb and felt like a lump of lead - try speaking after too much gas and air ! The mad drug induced hallucinations were fun oddly enough. I became so attached to my dummy ... er , mouthpiece, that even after I had given birth I was still merrily puffing away. My midwife told me that I could stop because I had HAD my baby and do you know , I was so out of it that I actually forgot. How bad is that ? So after 'one for the road' she prised it out of my hands. Man that stuff is good. I thought about smuggling out a cannister but I thought that a huge big cylander and mouthpiece might just be a bit noticeable.

Oh Dotty - a Harley. Lucky you - I would love a ride on a Harley , even if just in a dream. All i got n my dream was a lump of grass to chew on. Hmmm. I'm sensing some inequality here
Dotty. nope not even gas and air, i become unco-operative and sleepy, pethididne makes me sick and because i dont dilate normally i cant have an epidural, all has to be done with nothing!
i was pretty quiet through labour actually until the end where a few choice words slipped out by pure accident !

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