The huge, life-changing milestone of giving birth also puts in perspective what your truly favorite movies are.
During the early stages of labor you’re supposed to bide your time, relax, take a walk, eat, continue your day as usual. You don’t know how long it will last, so you want to conserve energy and not get too charged up or excited—adrenaline slows labor down.
So in all our preparations, Izzy and I discussed what movie we might want to have on to pass the time at home before things got real. Knowing that it would depend on my mood at the time, we had four options:
- The Hangover. A little humor—very little, my mom might say—to distract me.
- Adventures in Babysitting. Eighties. Elisabeth Shue. Great soundtrack. “Don’t f*** with the babysitter.”
- The Sound of Music. Classic.
- St. Elmo’s Fire. Even more eighties. Georgetown. Definitive brat pack. Reminds me of our early months dating. “I’m obsessed, thank you very much.”
And . . . the winner was:
Adventures in Babysitting. It just felt right. Until my water broke, which felt like a balloon exploding in my stomach, or Mary Tobin roundhouse kicking a hole through my uterus, or being shot from within my own body. Pain wise, it wasn’t the worst, but was truly one of the most startling and disturbing moments of my life. Why didn’t anyone tell me it might be like that?
Perhaps I’ll tell you more (non-gorey) details of our birth story soon. If you’re into that kind of thing. But, if you were in that situation, what movie would you choose?
P.S. More kids’ books recommendations from Dinner: A Love Story.