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Oh, I know the theory and the physiology. I know it's better to have one than not have one. Mom and Dad took the classes for each birth, and Dad was there for all of them.Rest assured--at that point the perineum is under so much pressure from the baby that a little snip is nothing. Between the labor pains and the pushing (which numbs the perineum), mom wouldn't even feel it at the time. And a snip is better than a tear any day--less pain later and heals a hell of a lot faster.
The More You Know, Grandpa
There were other circumstances that were annoying, but the fact is that they didn't listen so they didn't get things moved like they should've (and which, for all I know, they billed for anyway), they weren't there to help when there were things going on that really mattered, and when they did come in, even though it was needed, and even though a sudden unanesthetized incision wasn't Mom's biggest concern at the moment, they had these snips going on in front of Dad's nose, pretty much, making Mom call out in pain, and drawing a fair amount of blood, all in a place that life experience said was somewhat tender, and in which Dad would have a personal interest again someday. Like, Where were you ten minutes ago, when this could've been just a LITTLE more controlled?
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Damn the contraceptive! I'm going on a spermicide mission......
HI!
When I was giving birth to my son I refused the epidural. I suffer from trypanophobia. I was in sooo much pain. There is a reason it is called "labor".
I was screaming and begging anyone and everyone to help me. I was half crazed. (Still am.)
I finally realized the only way to relieve this abominable pain was ...give birth. (Aren't I the sharpest knife in the drawer!)
I hoisted myself up in the stirrups, grabbed hold of the hand grips and pushed. Pushed as hard as I could. I yelled out, "Move back! Move back!" I was thinking about baseball. Ha! You know how when a heavy hitter comes up to bat you tell the outfield to *move back* and expect a long hit? That's what I was thinking. I was going to push my child out so hard someone should move back, have a catcher's mitt handy and catch him in mid air.
( You won't believe it but, I'm actually quite intelligent. Har!)
Peace.
Hi!
Okay. Here goes! (Do not read this if you have a queezie ...anything.)
My bestest girlfriend Cynthia Ann had an episiotomy giving birth to her son, Noe. They both went home after two days in hospital. ( A long time ago when they kept you in hospital for that period of time.)
(Those freaking stitches hurt and itch like a muther, don't they?)
She went to *ahem* relieve herself and the damn stitches popped. Tore right through the wall between the hoo-hoo and poop shoot wall. ARGH!!!
She required TWO operations (weeks apart) to get everything back in order.
Have mercy! I'm puckering just thinking about it.Ha!
Peace.
Oh, man. That is a fourth-degree tear, and with the possibility of flora transfer from the exit door, that is serious business. Whatever it takes to repair that. Hope she's better now.
Yikes I was in pain just thinking about that one.
Oh horrors! All that and a newborn too - poor gal!
A shout out to all nurses - it was a nurse who delivered my son and she was the best. The doctor wasn't there yet - no epidural - fast labor - I was terrified, and she sat down beside me and said "Don't you worry baby, we been doing this forever, we don't need a doctor - let's have that baby", and about 30 seconds later, there was the baby- the doctor came in just in time to get peed on (by the baby, not me).
Holly: ^ I see your child and raise you an old Mom.
Poor woman! Those are two areas that definitely should not have a common doorway. CHildbirth and motherhood are not for the faint of heart--lol
My youngest brother was delivered in the hallway by a nurse. Mom tried to tell them that she went from a 3 to a 10 in seconds (after 3 other kids, she would know) & nurses just pooh-poohed her: "Hush. You have hours to go." Didn't even call the Dr. until the deed was done--lol
You got that right.We men have no idea how easy we have it.
I'm known as the stoic one of the house, and in contrast, Grandma lets everyone know when she's hurt. But none of that matters much. When we started planning the second kid, she was all for it. She loves babies. I'm thinking, I saw you pass an eight-pound semisolid bowling ball on the first go-around, and you're wanting to do it again??
Tougher than I am.
I didn't have an epidural with either of my first two babies. My first, my doc was great throughout the whole pregnancy, right up until it was time to push. Then he turned into a mean man. I let out one scream...one. He looked up at me and quite sternly told me, "DON'T. DO. THAT."
Well! I tell you, the most incredible urge to remove my feet from the stirrups and kick him right in the face came over me. Even in the midst of everything else my body was doing to me. I actually think that very visual image helped me cross the birthing finish line.
Well! I tell you, the most incredible urge to remove my feet from the stirrups and kick him right in the face came over me. Even in the midst of everything else my body was doing to me. I actually think that very visual image helped me cross the birthing finish line.