I know that the baby pain is totally worth my precious son. However, my memory has never ceased on that one.
Giving Birth.
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That lasts until they hit the teenage years and then you wonder how you can give them back until they grow out of it.
And then if you're lucky, the grandkids come, and it's worth it all over again. Even better, since you didn't have the birthing experience of it.
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Breastfeeding- I'll bet you dollars to donuts, the father tasted/drank/sipped/suckled the mothers breast milk.
I'm weird, yes, I know, but I just wasn't curious. However, I think you're probably right for the large majority, not that your typical manly father wants to admit to such a thing.
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Breastfeeding- I'll bet you dollars to donuts, the father tasted/drank/sipped/suckled the mothers breast milk.
Well, you see, I was out of half & half and um.................
Please pardon my self-aggrandizing. I just remembered. I have already told that story on this forum here.
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Breastfeeding- I'll bet you dollars to donuts, the father tasted/drank/sipped/suckled the mothers breast milk.
When I was preg with my first we became friends with a couple down the hall. Their son was born a week or so after ours.
Babies were a few weeks old, we went to visit them, I was in kitchen helping make coffee. She smirks...whips it out and squirts some into her husband's coffee. When we went back in the other room I told DH to NEVER let Janice make him coffee.
...I am among the breast milk non-curious Gpa...it just wasn't anything I wanted to add some Maypo to and enjoy....
...I shudder to think where you got a dozen eggs....
Neesy
#1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side
I was so impressed with the taste (I had to squirt some on my finger and try it!!), that I insisted the husband try it as well - though he didn't feel comfortable trying from the source at that particular time. Anyhow, it tastes - to me anyway - just like milk that has had sweet cereal soaking in it - like Fruity Pebbles milk. I also thought my breastfed babies poop smelled like buttered popcorn. So, if you weren't quite sure before, now you clearly know: I'm insane.Quick post please.
Breastfeeding- I'll bet you dollars to donuts, the father tasted/drank/sipped/suckled the mothers breast milk.
Fruity Pebbles!
I will never ever pass a box of that without thinking of you 
I was all looking forward to a natural birth. Week before my due date, I went for my doc appt. I hadn't changed any since the previous week's visit, so he said he wanted another ultrasound. Nurse took a look and said, "Hmm, I'll bet he didn't know she was breech."
Apparently, since my last ultrasound, she had turned around and firmly planted her bottom in the down position. Then we discovered that my amniotic fluid was very low. No option of turning this kid. So I cried for a few minutes and my wonderful doc said, "Look, do you really care how she gets here if she is healthy?" Ok, perspective is back in line.
Good news was, my folks live 5 hours away, so instead of a last minute call, they were able to come in a day early. Night before, we went out to dinner at my favorite seafood place, and when they found out my predicament, I got lots of special treatment. I ate what's called a Jumbo Ocean Delicacy - which is usually for 2 people - and enjoyed every minute. Then home and rest.
Next day, my folks and I had a leisurely morning (I wasn't supposed to eat since I was scheduled for 11:30 C-section) so I took a nice long shower and french braided my very long hair (which is a nice tip from a fellow long haired mom). Hubby visited all his accounts and told him that I was about to have a baby so don't expect to see him for a bit. Then we all went to the hospital. There we found out that it was a full moon and everyone else was there to have their babies too! There were a total of 7 emergency C-sections that day. I was pushed back to 3:20. Mom came in during epidural because hubby can't do needles. Then doc asked if 3 med students could observe. Sure! LOL So they wheeled me to OR and doc stopped me in the hall. Apparently when you've had an epidural you can't tell that the gown has shifted so that your bare a$$ is hanging out.
In OR, in about 3 mins, doc had snipped me open and pulled out my squalling daughter. She'd been breech long enough that her legs took a few days to straighten out. Hubby got her first and showed me then I got stitched up and we were done.
Apparently, since my last ultrasound, she had turned around and firmly planted her bottom in the down position. Then we discovered that my amniotic fluid was very low. No option of turning this kid. So I cried for a few minutes and my wonderful doc said, "Look, do you really care how she gets here if she is healthy?" Ok, perspective is back in line.
Good news was, my folks live 5 hours away, so instead of a last minute call, they were able to come in a day early. Night before, we went out to dinner at my favorite seafood place, and when they found out my predicament, I got lots of special treatment. I ate what's called a Jumbo Ocean Delicacy - which is usually for 2 people - and enjoyed every minute. Then home and rest.
Next day, my folks and I had a leisurely morning (I wasn't supposed to eat since I was scheduled for 11:30 C-section) so I took a nice long shower and french braided my very long hair (which is a nice tip from a fellow long haired mom). Hubby visited all his accounts and told him that I was about to have a baby so don't expect to see him for a bit. Then we all went to the hospital. There we found out that it was a full moon and everyone else was there to have their babies too! There were a total of 7 emergency C-sections that day. I was pushed back to 3:20. Mom came in during epidural because hubby can't do needles. Then doc asked if 3 med students could observe. Sure! LOL So they wheeled me to OR and doc stopped me in the hall. Apparently when you've had an epidural you can't tell that the gown has shifted so that your bare a$$ is hanging out.
In OR, in about 3 mins, doc had snipped me open and pulled out my squalling daughter. She'd been breech long enough that her legs took a few days to straighten out. Hubby got her first and showed me then I got stitched up and we were done.
All births are different as are the children that result from them. ((all moms and dads and aunts/uncles/grandparents/fosters/etc that raise children))
I tasted it too. Curiosity, doncha know. And darlin', that's a perfectly sane thing to do! And I will second that BF poo is so much nicer than formula or (shudder) baby food poo. I remember that difference! LOL