Labour = Ice. Something tells me not so much.
I dunno for sure, but I have a sneaking suspicious contractions and ice have little in common.
For one, ice is cold. Contractions have been described to me as pain emanating from the depths of hell.
Ice is wet. Contractions - subtracting the membrane breakage and "waters" flowing - are dry and all consuming.
And lastly, ice is a relatively inert substance. Contractions are volatile. They're meant to be. Mean and ugly and forceful enough to expel a baby from a really small hole.
So, it was to my surprise that the nurse in prenatal class gave each expectant parent - mom and dad-to-be - a bag of ice to hold for one full minute, to see how we deal with pain.
I learned something very important about myself that day. And I'm pretty proud of it. I have no problem squeezing a bag of ice for more than a minute. No sweat. Literally.
But I fearmy stoic display in class - with the ice - will not predict how I'll fare in labour.
"Uhm, this can't be what a contraction feels like, for real," I said, gripping the ice and giving the nurse a "what the hell?!" look.
"Not really," she said. "But this is the only way we're allowed to simulate the pain. Ethically."
Right-o. So, in my first prenatal class I didn't really learn how to calm myself down when the hurt gets nutty. But, I did learn that I have no problem holding a bag of ice.
Good trick at parties, I reckon!