My friends and I were all up late one night sharing childbirth horror stories with the youngest woman in our group. Well, heck she was expecting her first baby; I think that is an open invitation to discuss episiotomies and fourteen day labors. But I got what I deserved. I went to bed thinking of epidurals, woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't feel anything from my waist down.
posted by Ivy the Goober at 6:40 AM
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Those physical memories can come back to bite you sometimes! Now you need to go tell that poor girl some GOOS stories.
I meant GOOD stories. I suffer from typoglycemia.
"typoglycemia" *giggle* :)
Here's hoping the feeling has since returned. :D
My epidural worked so good I couldn't feel my feet until the next damn day!
Hivy, that area has been numb for me for years, you'll get by OK.
So, how's the baby?
I had to look it up in the dictionary.
YEOWWW!
At least you didn't wake up with your waters broken !!!!
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