Blather, rinse, repeat

My plan had been natural, but my labor was quite long. The doctors finally gave me an epidural so I could rest. My labor hit on a Sunday afternoon and I didn't have the boy until Monday afternoon. I remember not being able to eat anything (just in case)and I was starving for 24 hours. I would've killed for a lollipop or anything other than an ice cube. All of my friends who did the massage did not need an episiomity. And for me, I did not want/need a pair of scissors snipping if I didn't need to. There was enough stuff going on down there, who needs that too? And, every one of my friends delivered like freight trains. My boy took his time. Like he does in his life today. It's kinda funny. Be well and don't forget to breathe. I look forward to your updates. N'nic