My mom is huffing and puffing. I imagine her cheeks sinking in and puffing out. I imagine her gaze is determined, her mind focused.
And as the labor and delivery nurses wheel her down the hall to the room where she is going to do some pushing, my dad is walking along side her.
“How about Kelly?” he says.
My mom huffs and puffs.
“How about Kristina?” he offers.
She is still puffing.
My dad thinks some more as the nurses wheel my mom into the delivery room. The doctor is waiting and my dad says, “How about Katherine?”
My mother finally finds enough breath to say, “This…baby…is…a…boy!”
My dad, I’m sure, just rolls his eyes in response.
The pushing starts.
In my life, I know of two explanations for the mysteries of child birth. One is from Bill Cosby and the other from the movie Look Who’s Talking.
From Bill (great name, by the way) – “Carol Burnett describes child birth as taking your bottom lip and pulling it over your head.”
Hmm…
Kirstie Alley says, “You try squeezing something the size of a watermelon out of something the size of a lemon and tell me how you feel about child birth.”
Double hmm…
So, my mom is going through the above and she pushes and she huffs and she puffs and the baby just isn’t coming. Finally, she says, “What is going on?” and she sits up, preparing to get that baby out whether it wants to come or not.
The nurses try to make her lie down, but her doctor, God bless him, knows she’s had three other kids and she is just fine.
My mom gives it one good push and out the baby comes.
“It’s a boy!” cries the doctor.
A very shocked father says, “You’re kidding.”
And, while he’s finally got someone who’ll see his side of things, he has had another example of the truth…
Girls are always right.
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