I feel like the way it's been described in this thread makes it sound like something out of a Saw movie.

That is pretty hilarious, because my best friend just had a baby 2 1/2 weeks ago, and she called about 90 minutes after giving birth, and asked me and smonster to come to the hospital and to bring her a Chik-Fil-A sandwich. We got there, and she was still in the delivery room, and the baby was all swaddled and less than two hours old, and hadn't had her bath yet, and my friend C. was wrapped in blankets, but riding high on adrenaline, and starving, and really wanted a chicken sandwich.

After a while holding the baby, taking pictures, etc., a nurse comes in and says that they have to take her to get her first bath, and move my friend to a regular room. The nurse turned to me and smonster and was all, ..."You should probably go to the waiting room. There's a lot of blood under those blankets." And C's husband actually said, "Yeah, it's like one of the Saw movies under there." C. (the one who actually gave birth) was all, "Mmmm...chicken sandwich." I'm not saying she wasn't sore, but I think adrenaline and other hormones were running pretty high at that moment, and she was feeling pretty good, all things considered.

I was so focused that I think I only swore once.

I love that this is your gold standard of focus.

When I broke my arm and they were x-raying and setting the bone, I actually yelled, "motherfucker" and bit one of the radiology techs on the shoulder. (Not hard enough to break the skin!) That was when they gave me morphine. I can't even imagine what I would say/do during labor.

I'm not saying she wasn't sore, but I think adrenaline and other hormones were running pretty high at that moment, and she was feeling pretty good, all things considered.

God, I remember that with Ben. And then about four hours later, craaaaaaash.

I was so focused during his L&D, I actually didn't talk. The nurses would ask me stuff, and I would look at S., and he would answer them. Really weird and zen, which is not me at all, to be honest.

When I broke my arm and they were x-raying and setting the bone, I actually yelled, "motherfucker" and bit one of the radiology techs on the shoulder. (Not hard enough to break the skin!) That was when they gave me morphine. I can't even imagine what I would say/do during labor.

I'm guessing it starts with "M".

Bonnie, I just posted a thank you in buffistechnology before coming here. not more than 5 minutes ago.

I've been kind of... busy.

ION:

Still trying frantically to find another car before work tomorrow. Andi is at work until 9, so I can't even drive anywhere.

Also? Still no tarp on my leaky roof. Gah!

I did poop while pushing

I videotaped my Nephlet's birth (not an awesome idea but she wanted it) and there was a poop. The nurse very efficiently cleaned up and, honestly, I wouldn't have remembered if we weren't talking about it in here. Of everything, this seemed no big.

I'm guessing it starts with "M".

Oh, no doubt! :)

To be fair, I had severed my humerus just a couple of mm above my elbow, and until they x-rayed it, they thought I had just dislocated my elbow, so they were moving it around a WHOLE lot more than they did after they saw the pictures. And the radiology tech did ask me to grip his hand and bury my face in his neck. These things happen.

That was the one and only time I had morphine, and it was very weird. I could still feel the pain, I just didn't care.

When I broke my arm and they were x-raying and setting the bone, I actually yelled, "motherfucker" and bit one of the radiology techs on the shoulder.

You needed a punching intern!

OMG that's awesome.

The guy I bit was incredibly nice about it.