Jark212 said:
Childbirth, you can't unsee it...
Now that's that's aside a man's role in the modern age is to comfort her while trying to preserve his sanity by not looking...
Back in the day men weren't even allowed to be in the room with his wife/baby's mama, which might have been for the better...
True this.
My wife called me while I was at work, I came home, got her in the car, and drove to the hospital. We were fully prepared. The hospital was completely full up, so we had to wait around two hours until we finally got a room. And another hour before we saw the first midwife. My wife was in labor for about 8 hours. By the time six hours had passed she was already exhausted and mentally elsewhere. Our kid was turned the right way, everything was in order, but the contractions were so severe she had more or less given up coherent communication and thought processes. And she was thrashing. It was in hour seven that the midwives asked that I restrain her legs when the contractions hit. It was at that point my wife pissed on me. And not in the fun way either. When that contraction passed I went to clean myself up, and when I returned one of the midwives told me to go have a cup of coffee. (A nice way of shooing me out of the room.) About 30 minutes later, they let me back in again. We had a daughter. Complete with a head of red hair.
I did not manage to avoid looking into the dark abyss that used to be the most feminine parts of my wife. Blood, shit, and unidentifiable bits drenched the vicinity. It was quite disturbing and has still not erased itself from my mind. I consoled myself by not thinking about it, holding my daughter and speaking sweetly to my wife, while the midwives set about cleaning and stitching. And that was child birth.
