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bronwynrhBecause my uncle made us look so good here :)
An observation from the delivery room... I've heard many women say things like, "I'm never having kids. You POOP when you're in labor!!" and, "I'm having a c-section. No way am I going to risk POOPING in front of all those people!"
To those women I say, in the moment, you don't really care about the poop. Well, you do care, but you know why? Because when you're drug-free and can feel every blasted thing, and you're pushing and you feel pain and POOP, all you can think is, "O my god, all I'm getting is POOP! I'm NEVER gonna get this baby out!"
*sigh*
Obviously, I got both. When I managed to open my eyes for a few seconds there, indeed, was a head. The poop had been swiftly disposed of, thank goodness.
And we can now say that there is nothing my body can do that my husband has not witnessed. Amazingly enough, he still loves me and still thinks I'm sexy.
So it's all good.
I have about 8 stitches. They hurt, but now I'm in this macho, pain-is-relative zone where I feel the need to say "discomfort" instead of "pain".
Also, I have my waist back. There's a little paunch left in front, but by damn, I've got a waist! I'm gonna guess one more day 'til I can wear my size 8 jeans again. I'm gonna shoot for my size 4s - gimme a month.
For those who inquired, Dixon Louis is named for our beloved late grandmothers, Dixie (Jeff's maternal grandmother) and Louise (my maternal grandmother). We've had this name for a long time, and I'm so happy to have a baby who will carry it with love and honor.
Both boys are sleeping now, so I'm going to take the opportunity to do a little something. Namely, nothing at all.
An observation from the delivery room... I've heard many women say things like, "I'm never having kids. You POOP when you're in labor!!" and, "I'm having a c-section. No way am I going to risk POOPING in front of all those people!"
To those women I say, in the moment, you don't really care about the poop. Well, you do care, but you know why? Because when you're drug-free and can feel every blasted thing, and you're pushing and you feel pain and POOP, all you can think is, "O my god, all I'm getting is POOP! I'm NEVER gonna get this baby out!"
*sigh*
Obviously, I got both. When I managed to open my eyes for a few seconds there, indeed, was a head. The poop had been swiftly disposed of, thank goodness.
And we can now say that there is nothing my body can do that my husband has not witnessed. Amazingly enough, he still loves me and still thinks I'm sexy.
So it's all good.
I have about 8 stitches. They hurt, but now I'm in this macho, pain-is-relative zone where I feel the need to say "discomfort" instead of "pain".
Also, I have my waist back. There's a little paunch left in front, but by damn, I've got a waist! I'm gonna guess one more day 'til I can wear my size 8 jeans again. I'm gonna shoot for my size 4s - gimme a month.
For those who inquired, Dixon Louis is named for our beloved late grandmothers, Dixie (Jeff's maternal grandmother) and Louise (my maternal grandmother). We've had this name for a long time, and I'm so happy to have a baby who will carry it with love and honor.
Both boys are sleeping now, so I'm going to take the opportunity to do a little something. Namely, nothing at all.
