Ahhh, delivery room stories.
Well, I guess mine is a good story, after the fact, anyway.
Instead of being the encouraging spouse that I had ordered, DH it seems thought he was the doctor for the birth of my first son. I ended up having to have a C-section, and DH for some reason found that facinating. Apparently he had always wanted to see an operation being performed.

I got a blow by blow description of what was happening ("OMG, honey, they've taken out all your parts and they are laying on a table!"

) The doctors had to tell him more than once that he was in the way, and finally ended up yelling at him to go up with me and they'd let him know when they needed him. LOL. I've forgiven him since.
The second child I had the warning of what he was like, so he knew ahead of time that any talk of my body parts and where they were during the operation was a no-no. He was in charge of the video camera. Unfortunately, this was not his forte either.
When playing back the videotape a few days afterwards, you see me in labor and in pain, then you see the doctor saying "its a boy!", then you see my relatives one day after the fact. Don't ask me what he was doing with the camera, something about the fact that he was reviewing it to see that it came out o.k. and forgot to fast forward it to the end, so the whole thing is bits and pieces of things that are unimportant, but no video of the actual baby being born.
Good thing I love him so much anyway.
