Many of us go into labor with a birth plan.
Typically, we hope we can safely deliver our baby with no epidural, managing the pain through breathwork and focus.
I made a CD when I was pregnant with my son Duncan.
I intended to play it during my labor with him.
That plan got blown out the window when it was discovered that two of the four quadrants of fluid in my uterus had no fluid to cushion the baby.
So I had to IMMEDIATELY deliver him.
I was allowed to go home to pick up my things then I had to go DIRECTLY to the hospital.
Which is EXACTLY what I did.
But I forgot my CD.
This was back in the day when there were no iPods or iPhones.
All I had with me was a CD player with ONE CD IN IT and it was the soundtrack to RESERVOIR DOGS.
In case you’re not familiar with this movie, it’s a Quentin Tarantino movie about six strangers hired to carry out a robbery.
You can imagine it’s dark and violent, as most Tarantino movies are.
I made it through my labor pretty easily until the doctor broke my water then ALL HELL BROKE LOOSE.
I immediately requested an epidural.
But it was too late.
So my then-husband played the CD in the CD player and our son Duncan was born while we listened to LITTLE GREEN BAG.
I feel like this detail explains a lot about my eldest son.
He’s a rebel and a fighter.
Also, he’s the kind of kid who will recklessly drive 109 miles an hour on a dark deserted freeway, post it to SnapChat, and scare the daylights out of his mom.
What do you expect.
He was born listening to a Tarantino soundtrack.