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At 9 months pregnant my water broke at home. Called my OB. Told to come in and see her. She examines me. Says I'm 4–5 cm dilated and to go home and have lunch, take a nap and enjoy the afternoon. This was 4 30 pm. “ Are you sure? Shouldn't I head to the hospital now? I feel I should go straight there?” I asked. This being my second child I felt uneasy with the advice. But she's the expert. She got defensive and said, “ How dare you second guess me? I've delivered hundreds of babies! Are you a doctor? No? THEN YES I'M SURE. Go home. I order you to go home!! You've got lots of time. You're not even having steady contractions! ” She was still muttering when I left “ …honestly …some of these patients… they have no clue”.I have no car. I take the bus home. By the time I get home an hour later I'm in active labour. Contractions 2 mins apart. Blinding pain. Panicked. Incredibly stressed and overwhelmed by the urgency for help. I got a ride to the hospital and almost delivered in the car. Had the baby within minutes of arriving shortly after 6 pm. A huge and healthy 11 pound boy. Didn't even have time to take my jacket or shoes off. My pants had to be cut open by a nurse. The next time a doctor disregards your inner voice, listen to yourself and not them. You know your body best. Don't worry about upsetting a doctor. You do you. I trusted the experienced, respected, and highly regarded OB. And she IS a good doctor. But everyone makes bad judgement calls from time to time.*Edit 1I’m sorry for not responding to all the lovely comments. We had another baby born into our family end of September! Thank you to everyone who upvotes and comments-wow so much love on here! I'm truly honored for every comment and upvote.

Me and my friend were waiting near bus stop.We were waiting for our another friend to pick us. We three were going to attend some exhibition cum sale. Our friend is terracotta mud ornaments specialist. Another one is from Coimbatore. She had regular business with silk weavers society. Bus stop is the centre point for three of us. We reached first and waiting for her.They wanted my help in installing stalls in the exhibition cum sale hall and to finalize contract formalities. We all wore sarees. This I have to mention especially because we are considered backward by few stupid youngesters of present days if we wear indian wear.Few girls around 18 to 20 years old came in to the bus stop.We both remembered our college going days hearing their giggles. Chuckles. Free life without any worries!Obviously we were judged as desi aunties who couldn't understand English. They talked so freely. We both were conversing in Kannada. Local language.In between few excerpts from their conversations were falling in to our ears.One Young man of same age wanted to come inside the bus stop but seeing all the lady gang, didn't dare and stood opposite of the road under a tree.He is really handsome. These girls are also not less. They are beautiful and very young.Obviously all the girls eyes fell on that fellow. He moved uneasily, ear phones were there. He is trying to behave normal but obviously appearing uneasy. Taking care not to look at this side. In between he was trying to stop some bike goers for lift.I know if only girls are there, how they behave. Even married women in our kitty parties talk so openly. Normal times all are very dignified and behave well mannered .haha.But the same thing is going out of limits here. Cat calling him indirectly. Staring at him, making him uneasy.One girl said. ‘I wish he does not have a girl friend yaar! If he has I would definitely kill her !!‘How did I miss this cuty? Does he stay here only? Find out! oh! man!’ Another girl said !!‘I don't know why this type of dudes won't come for dating! All desparate ‘ass…' we get!’ another girl wondeed loud.He is mine, another dreamy eyed declared!!Every one laughed. I know that age is like that. You chuckle easily for every silly thing.We smiled listening them, looking at each other. We know this is just ‘fun talk' later they go and mind their own business.Suddenly one girl clicked him. I frowned a little. I felt they are crossing their limits.‘Just give me two days bidoo!! I would bring him in line! Let him look this side !! One girl took it as a challenge!!‘I don't have patience!! My god!! He is hot!! Just one ..‘Night is enough!! Isn't it? You are… Another girl chuckled and all of them laughed!!‘As if he is neck deep in love with you!! One jealous girl taunted !!‘Not required!! Shall I go there and play a prank? Just I would ask ‘Why you are staring at me?? Just two minutes!! He comes like a pup behind me saying ‘please!! ‘Please!!!! One girl said so proudly and arrogantly.The girl who clicked photo did some photo edits and joined her photo next to him as if she is kissing his cheek!! (We guessed) All girls bent to see her mobile.Then they screamed voooooooo'!!! Why!!! You can kiss on lips!!!( We confirmed she photo edited)That boy got lift finally from some biker and hurriedly he left!! All girls waved their hands and made noise like cheer girls!!Infact literally that boy ran away!! These girls teased and chased him.I can't write really what kind of ‘f' language they used. I doubt how such words become ‘cool!!I polished their words and wrote here.All that fun is ok atleast. He didn't hear them even though he could guess he is the topic.Photo clicking and prank of ‘why you are staring at me? Irked me. Both the things are wrong.If a group of boys does the same thing to a girl??I don't want to waste my time writing about the reactions from ‘cool' thinking women . We all know how feminist gangs chase that boy and bury him live like ‘anarkali’.If people gather, some girls won't even blink to tell lies!!‘Hundred true arguments of one boy is equal to one fake tear of a girl!!’I saw it many times. Many girls are no more innocents like earlier days. These are lack of ‘moral education' and full of only ‘modern education's side effects!!We scold and crucify boys if they harasse a girl. Same thing if girls do, is it ok? It's called innocent fun??Atleast not for me.I heard they are calling that girl ‘chitra'.I called her . ‘chitra!!Suddenly all girls turned our side.I said. ‘I think you are the one who clicked him naa? Where do you post it? Facebook? Instagram?If he had already a girl friend? What she thinks about him? Doesn't their relationship break? If not, what his parents may think? If they scold him?‘What did you say? Prank?? Really did he strare at you girls?They murmured it’s just for fun aunty!! It's ok!! Boys also don’t take it seriously!!My friend said ' that is the reason Rama!! Parents put hundred restrictions on girls!! See! How they are talking! What language!! (She is another extreme!!!)I said ' luckily that boy left and you didn't play your prank!! Just imagine if you really played your prank! Then?By the way he is my friend’s son. (Simply I lied). I recorded what and all you did also!!Chitra's face become pale!! Other girls become silent.Remove it from the phone. If I come to know you posted it anywhere in a wrong’way, I would post the one with me! You know what I mean.’Meanwhile our friend came driving her car, we left!!As a woman I want to give a tight slap to these hypocrites.Two wrongs never become one right. If it is wrong, it's wrong!! irrespective of the gender of the doer.If it is a punishable act for boys, it's same for girls too.If it is Clean fun in its limits, no one would bother.Just because you would get more sympathy in society because of your gender, if you want to behave however you want, it's not acceptable. Being a woman myself I would stand against you!! Because I have daughters in my house. Tomorrow if they are really in trouble, no one would believe them and come forward to help them. I won't be there always to protect them.So this is my way of dealing. I neither know that boy nor those girls.

I think I was in the fourth grade around 1968. It was my second year at the new school they had built just at the bottom of the hill from my family’s home. I was a terribly shy, terribly bookish little kid.My favorite teacher was Mrs. Q. Of course, everyone’s favorite teacher was Mrs.Q. She was tall, young, very curvy, with dark hair, dark eyes and a deep tan. And she was so nice. Most of our teachers could have played the parts of the three witches in Macbeth, by both appearance and behavior. It was easy to picture them standing around a cauldron with a kid in it boiling away while they chanted, “double, double toil and trouble; fire burn and cauldron bubble.”Ahem. But I digress….Mrs. Q was wonderful. Soft-spoken and kind. She touched the kids in a nice way, and we, the little boys, practically swooned.And then, there was the rumor. None of us exactly believed it, because we were all little boys, we all knew that little boys lied through their teeth. But there was the rumor: Mrs. Q had posed for Playboy (all skin mags were Playboy to kids at that age). One of the older boys nodded his head as he told us the rumor, insisting that his older brother had the magazine. Now we all knew he had a thuggish brother who was a senior in high school. In fact, he had been a senior in high school for several years, and that, somehow, only improved his credibility in our impressionable little minds.But none of us took it seriously. It was just something we whispered to each other, getting a vicarious thrill from the very thought of it. Our beloved teacher had something to do with sex (but none of us were too sure what that something was, or even what sex was).Then came the morning I walked to the bus stop to find my compatriots gathered around a magazine. Nobody answered me when I hailed them. Nobody said a word. They were transfixed by what they were looking at. I walked around to see what had captured their attention (maybe someone had gotten the latest edition of Hot Rod from an older brother). I stopped breathing when I saw the pictures. There was dear Mrs. Q. Buck naked. In a Playboy. It’s amazing none of us died on the spot because I know we all had forgotten to keep breathing.It was the first time I had ever seen a picture of a naked woman (and God knows I had never seen one naked in person), and, for God’s sake, it was Mrs. Q!As impossible as it might have seemed, our admiration for her doubled on the spot. She was a Goddess! Even though none of us had any idea what that meant. The school bell rang, and we were still staring at the magazine. A crossing guard hustled us off to class.Of course, you couldn’t keep a secret like that under wraps. Sometime during the day, the Playboy ended up in the hands of none other than Mrs. Q. I think the kid that it belonged to was struck dumb by the incident. I can’t recall that he ever spoke again (but that was almost 50 years ago, and the memory isn’t very clear). What I do know is that we were all slavishly devoted to her through the end of the year. And when we came back from Summer break, she was gone, leaving us all in the hands of the Wayward Sisters, whom, I thought, secretly plotted to eat us.We had no idea what happened to her. Our parents seemed to know something, but they wouldn’t tell us. That was a different time. Teachers didn’t have morals clauses in their contracts. And we all assumed she just went on a a different school to take care of a different bunch of little boys.Those lucky bastards.