God's plan worked well untill after a weird twist of faith men started to attend the births of their children. It's been hell ever since
I didn't swear at all when I was giving birth which might sound odd because I usually do slip out an occational f*ck, s*it and bloody hell when things aren't going my way. It was just that I didn't have time to swear; at the point someone might have sweared, I was screaming. I bet the mum in the next room that wasn't that far on her delivery yet got really scared about what's ahead

When my son was born the assisting midwife was really rude, she dropped my leg because she felt I was intentionally kicking her while pushing and when I was really badly in pain and screaming she said that I shouldn't scream so much. I would propably have killed her if I didn't have a baby half out. I mean, I had a baby half out. It hurts. A lot.