Lamaze Classes Have Begun

Thirty-two weeks.

Until this week, I didn’t even know how to spell “Lamaze”, or even more importantly, what exactly it meant.  All I knew is that it involved breathing techniques for women in labor.  Monday night we had our first Lamaze class (out of six) and now I have a better understanding of what this is all about: Lamaze (named after a French doctor) classes help expecting parents to prepare for the birth of their child ideally without the use of medical intervention (AKA: going natural).

I think our take on “going natural” with this birth is currently along the lines of “let’s just see if we can do it”.  Ideally, we won’t use pain medication, and a C-section won’t be necessary.  But we obviously recognize it may not happen that way.  We half-way joke with each other that if we can do this without an epidural, we’ll spend that saved money on a trip to Maine.  I’m seriously planning on printing off a picture of us on our honeymoon at Kennebunkport to take when we go to the hospital, as inspiration.  But we’ll see how it turns out in reality.  I’m starting to care less either way.

With us starting Lamaze classes, it takes us to a whole new level of “Wow, this is really happening!”  We’re both having weird, off-the-wall dreams, evidently fueled by our subconscious anxieties.  I recently dreamt that Jack was born with light blonde hair and blue eyes, which I think is near impossible given our particular genes, though Uncle Jesse and Aunt Rebecca from Full House had blonde twins (and I could never get past that).

We both have sore backs these days, as it’s hard to sleep comfortably for either of us because my wife has to sleep sideways now with about five pillows, meaning I’m limited to a smaller sleeping space.  But hey, I’m not complaining.  I just want to do anything necessary to help her feel a little more comfortable during the pregnancy.  And we are starting to feel this sense of unsettledness as we count down these final eight weeks or so.  It’s getting to the point where we are both thinking, “Enough of this pregnancy stuff, I’m just ready for him to be born already!”

All pictures with the “JHP” logo were taken by Joe Hendricks Photography:

Blog- www.photojoeblog.com

Website- www.joehendricks.com


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  1. by Amiable Amiable

    On September 16, 2010 at 1:37 pm

    If there is a God, when he figured out everything related to conception and birth, he said, “I will make it extremely difficult for father and mother to get a good night’s sleep in the last trimester. This will prepare them well for the sleep deprivation after the baby is born.” Don’t miss the part of the Lamaze class where husbands are told not to eat peanut butter crackers while their wife is in labor. VERY important not to miss that.

  2. by nickshell1983

    On September 16, 2010 at 4:25 pm

    That makes sense :) I’m really curious to learn more about the peanut butter thing. Guess I’ll learn more about that in one of the next few classes.

  3. by Amiable Amiable

    On September 16, 2010 at 6:46 pm

    Let me clue you in so you can impress everyone in your Lamaze class with your knowledge. No pregnant woman wants someone breathing peanut-butter-cracker-breath in her face while she’s trying to push out a baby. Aside from being in labor, she will not have had anything to eat for (hopefully only) a few hours. When you sneak off between contractions to eat something because you’re famished, don’t go for anything with garlic either. :)

  4. by nickshell1983

    On September 16, 2010 at 8:42 pm

    Good call! Thanks.

  5. by dealuser

    On August 8, 2012 at 4:18 pm

    great advice , thanks.