I was chatting with some friends – two of whom are also in the third trimester – about giving birth. What it was like for us (and what we were like during . . .) and also what it was like for our husbands.
From what I remember, Micah was at his most calm and collected while I breathed through contractions, and even as I was grunting/yelling/vocalizing through the pushing phase.
“You’re doing great, Lizzie. That was a really good one,” he’d say once a contraction had subsided. I’d absorb his words, take another breath, and relax so I could do it again in a minute or so. Never at any moment was there any fear or panic, or even a ruffling of his feathers through either of our children’s births. If I remember correctly, he may have once admitted that it was a little weird to hear my pushing noises. I can understand that. It was weird for me, too. I think, at least the first time, I wondered where that noise had come from before realizing that it was me.
What was labor like for your husband? Did you need him by your side? Was he more nuisance than help? Or could you not have gotten through it without his hand to hold?