By NICKY CHAMP
There is a woman in the UK who is selling tickets to the birth of her first child, and I get it, I really do.
Yep. Josie Cunningham has reportedly sold four tickets to her child’s birth – two £10,000 tickets to journalists allowing them to film the birth, and two £5,000 tickets to people who can watch but not film.
(Just FYI – £10,000 is around $16,000 AUD.)
While I don’t have anything in common with Josie Cunningham, who is so desperate for fame that she wanted to abort her son because being pregnant meant she couldn’t go into the Big Brother house, I say go ahead and have a bunch of strangers in the birthing suite with you sweetheart, because I did exactly that.
I didn’t sell tickets, nor did I plan for there to be 10 people huddled around watching the to the birth of my daughter.
It just kind of happened.
My waters broke in the middle of the night, and to speed through the gory details, I found myself in the labour ward being told I was going to give birth in the next 45 minutes… completely drug free. I begged the nurses for an epidural but they said, it was too late and that the baby was coming NOW. I sucked the life out of the gas – but here’s a tip for anyone planning a natural birth with gas, IT DOESN’T DO ANYTHING. Its only use is the mouthpiece turns into something that you can bite down on to kinda, sorta, not really get through contractions. Well, until the nurses realise you’re doing it, and take it away from you.