By KATHERINE COLLETTE
‘How was the birth?’
‘Epic. I had a 24 hour labour!’
‘Oh, really? I’d have killed for a 24 hour labour. Mine went for 38 hours.’
‘24 hours of pushing, I mean. There was another day, maybe two days, of just contractions.’
‘Yeah, that’s the same with me. When I finally went in to the hospital I was already six centimeters dilated!’
‘Six? I was sixteen!’
‘Really? I didn’t know you could be sixteen centimeters dilated!’
‘I know. I was so dilated they wanted to push parts of the baby back in.’
‘Wow.’
‘Yeah.’
‘Did it hurt?’
‘Nah. I have a really high tolerance for pain. And I meditate. I just visualised a flower opening up by a river of love and breathed deeply to the tune of Kumbaya.’
‘I visualised a flower as well!’
‘My flower was a single, perfectly formed sunflower swaying gently in a field of uncut grass.’
‘Mine was a tulip that had been picked by a mythical orphan fairy that was the spirit of my unborn child.’
‘Awesome. My sunflower was picked by an orphaned fairy too.’
‘I also had some laughing gas…’
‘Oh…’