While you’re in this delicate position in the delivery room, you may be a bit embarrassed, especially since there are people standing around wearing masks and watching you. So let me explain who these people are. You have your obstetrician, of course, unless the hospital operator has been unable to rouse him, in which case he will actually be a life-size obstetrician puppet operated from behind by a nurse trained to mimic obstetricians’ voices. You also have your husband, assuming he has been able to wash away the little crumbled bits of steering wheel embedded in his hands.
Then you have your pediatrician, and an anesthesiologist to stand by in case the doctors decide that the delivery is not costing enough. Also you have at least one nurse to assist each of these doctors; you have three medical students; you have one law student; and you have Billy Ray Johnson, who is actually a retired beet farmer who just happens to like hanging around delivery rooms and watch people have babies.
So that’s it, just 12 of you, unless Billy Ray has brought friends to share this wondrous moment.
The Big Moment
And what is it like? That, of course, is what you want to know: What is it really like?
I don’t have the vaguest idea, of course. But I do remember what it sounded like when my wife had our son. I was at one end of my wife, shouting words of encouragement to her head, the doctor and nurse were shouting to the other end of her body. It sounded like a group of extremely sincere people trying to help an elephant dislodge a Volkswagen from its throat:
DOCTOR: You’re doing just great, Beth! Just great! Really! Isn’t she doing great?
NURSE: She sure is! She’s doing just great!
ME: You’re really doing great, honey! Really!
BETH: AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUU UUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG GHHHHHHHHHHH.
DOCTOR: That was just great! Really!
And so on, for quite a while, until finally Robert came out, and immediately demanded to be put back in. My wife and I were very happy. I remember hugging her head.
What to Do Immediately after Birth
Close your eyes tightly. This is in case the doctor takes it into his head to show you the placenta, which is a highly unattractive object that comes out close on the heels of the baby. In the old days, when people were decent, the placenta was disposed of quickly and quietly and was never talked about in polite society. But now people bandy it about openly in public, as if it were a prize-winning bass.
Bonding
While the obstetrician is finishing up, the pediatrician will wrap your baby in a blanket and hand it to you so that you can marvel at the miracle of birth and everything. My only warning here is that you should not hold your baby too long, or you will become “bonded” to it and have to be tugged apart by burly hospital aides.
Chapter 6. The Hospital Stay
A Reassuring Word for First-Time Parents about Hospital Baby-Identification Procedures
A common fear among new parents is that, as a result of a mix-up in the nursery, some kind of terrible mistake will be made, such as that they’ll wind up taking home Yasser Arafat’s baby. This fear is groundless. When a baby is born, a hospital person immediately puts a little plastic tag around its wrist with the words “NOT YASSER ARAFAT’S BABY” printed on it in indelible ink. So whichever baby you wind up with, you can be sure it isn’t his.
Visitors in the Hospital
Maternity ward visitors are an excellent source of amusement, because they always feel obligated to say flattering things about newborn babies, which of course look like enormous fruit fly larvae. One fun trick is to show your visitors somebody else’s baby. “She definitely has your eyes!” your visitors will exclaim. For real entertainment, have the nurse bring you a live ferret, wrapped in a baby blanket. “She’s very alert!” your visitors will remark, as the ferret lacerates their fingers with needle-sharp teeth.
How Long Should the Mother Stay in the Hospital after the Baby Comes Out?
As long as possible. For one thing, as long as you’re in the hospital you can wear a bathrobe all day. This means you won’t have to face up to the fact that even after expelling the baby and all the baby-related fluids and solids, you still have hips the size of vending machines from all the Mallomars you ate back when you thought you were going to be pregnant forever.
For another thing, the hospital employs trained professional personnel to change the baby’s diapers, etc., so all you have to do is lounge around in your bathrobe looking serene and complaining about the food. If you go home, you’ll have to take care of the baby and confront the fact that you did not once clean behind any of the toilets during the last four months of your pregnancy because you couldn’t bend over.
The hospital personnel will try to make you leave after a couple of days, but all you have to do is waddle off to another room and plop down on the bed. There are so many comings and goings in a maternity ward that it will be several days before they catch on to you and try to make you leave again, at which time you can just waddle off to another room. You can probably keep this up until your baby starts to walk unassisted from the nursery to your room at feeding time.
Naming Your Baby
A good way to pass the time while you’re in the hospital is to argue loudly with your husband about what to name the baby. You should get started on this as soon as possible, because both of you are likely to have strong views. For example, he may want to name the baby “John,” after a favorite uncle, while you may hate “John” because it reminds you of a former boyfriend, not to mention that the baby is a girl.
There are some names new parents should avoid altogether. You shouldn’t name a boy “Cyril” or “Percy,” because the other boys will want to punch him repeatedly in the mouth, and I can’t say as I blame them. And you shouldn’t give a girl’s name a cute spelling, such as “Cyndi,” because no matter how many postgraduate degrees she gets she will never advance any further than clerk-typist.
In recent years, it has become fashionable to give children extremely British-sounding names, such as “Jessica.” I think this is an excellent idea. Despite the fact that Great Britain has been unable to produce a car that can be driven all the way across a shopping mall parking lot without major engine failure, Americans think that anything British is really terrific. So I recommend you give your baby the most British name you can think up, such as “Queen Elizabeth” or “Big Ben” or “Crumpet Scone-Hayes.”