The Birth...Song?

I have to poke some fun.  I really liked this couple, but I have to give her husband the "most corney" award.  Please forgive a little well-meant teasing.

I had the privilage of taking care of a sweet little couple the other day.  I say "little" literally because the patient was 4ft. 14in. tall, and 110 lbs at full term pregnancy; and her firey red-headed, gotee'd husband was just as small.  They were quiet-voiced, enthusiastic about the world in general, and obviously very well-read in regard to the birthing process.  At the time of admission, the patient's husband told me of  her desire to have a natural, non-medicated birth.  Cool.

So, she labored along nicely.  She was doing a beautiful job, really hanging in there well.  I chuckled to myself  a little as she got toward the transition phase of labor and her deep breathing turned to...well...screams.  Poor thing.  She'd appologize every time she screamed.  What struck me as funny is that it became a sort of pattern.  She'd smile, scream, appologize, smile, scream...and so on. 

"I really didn't expect to scream like this!"  she said to me.

Finally, her husband, tongue dripping with honey, said the awarded comment:  "It's OK love, screaming is just part of the birth song."

It wouldn't have been so bad except that he kept saying it:  [Contraction, scream] "Love your beautiful birth song."  He'd get on the phone with some family member, "She's singing her birth song," he'd say, dreamy-eyed.  After a while it became quite nauseating, and as things got a little more intense at the end, I thought she was going to rip his red beard right off his face.

Even though she had such a small frame, (sometimes this worries us labor nurses about the baby not fitting through) she delivered beautifully, quickly, and naturally.  Congratulations to her.

I just have to say that if this is all a song, then I've heard some real coloraturas.