When my sister was in labour two short weeks ago, she went to the hospital to check in. She was a few centimetres dilated, and was told to go to a nearby restaurant to eat and walk around for a couple of hours before returning to get admitted. With her hospital bracelet on and overnight bag in the car, she called to let us know she would be grabbing a bite to eat at a restaurant overlooking the water.
Of course, we all decided to go meet her and her husband for dinner, which was a great idea and something big Greek families do. We were having a great time.
Until I took out my camera.
Because doesn't every mom-to-be want her picture taken while she's having a painful contraction?
So being the good sister that I am, I took a picture of her.
(Ouch. The pain!)
(The beer is NOT my sister's!)
And then, her contraction passed.
I captured that on film, too.
"God that hurt!" my sister said.
"G! Smile for the camera! Look at me! Say cheese!" I said in return.
I can't say I was surprised with her reaction here. I mean, I get it. Contractions hurt. So I totally do forgive her. Nobody had a camera shoved in my face the two times I was in labour.
I guess I was asking for too much?
Oh well. Let's just say my camera will stay in my purse until after her next baby is born!
You live, you learn, right?