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  • You Aren’t Required To Give Birth In A Hospital

    You aren’t required to give birth in a hospital. Did you know that? You’re allowed to decide if a birth center, hospital or your home is the best choice to birth your children.

    You have the right to make choices that you feel are in the best interest of you and your babies. This is your body and you are their parent.

    Do your research. Put together a birth team who will support your wishes and help to educate you on your options. Trust your intuition. You are the conductor of this experience and your birth team is there to help YOU.

    This strong mama knew that she could birth her gorgeous twin girls at home. She put a team together to support her and received incredible care from local OBs along with the prenatal care of her homebirth midwife. She met each milestone necessary to have a homebirth and at 37 weeks and 4 days brought these sweet little ones into the world. Her strength inspires me as she fought hard to keep these babies safe until they decided it was time to enter the world.

    Congrats to a wonderful family and please give a warm welcome to these girls who are already so loved.

    It was such an honor to document.

    XOXO,

    Stacey

    www.cincybirthstories.com

     

  • Nurse Placing Nappy Over Our Son’s Face Is Not Okay

    On the 12th October I set off to go and see Henry as usual I walk in and walk over to my son to see this.

    He had a nappy over his face, he had a blanket on him in a humidified incubator and he had his feeding tube hung up to the side of his incubator with a piece of sellotape. Why? Why would he possibly need a nappy over his face and why would this be acceptable?

    Apparenly because his nurse was trying to sort a cannula in his left foot for some antibiotics and the light was too bright. Which was not in when I got there. Anyone who has had or know of anyone who has been in nicu knows that they have blankets over the top of their incubator so the light doesn’t shine on them, however this still confuses me as Henry’s eyes are nowhere near his feet… it is also important that when you’re feeding anyone through a NG tube that it is important to stay with them whilst the feed is being done and monitor them closely just incase the feed needs to be stopped immediately.

    Colin got told off a few days prior as he was taking a photo of Henry and HOLDING his tube and the nurse said you can’t do that, you have to watch the baby at all times as Henry has desaturations. So why is this acceptable for a nurse who has been trained and knows the importance?

    When I walked in I got the doctor straight away and said why have I walked into my son like this, the doctor said I’m not sure I will go and get his nurse, a student nurse then came over and said she’s so sorry she’s never seen anything like this. The nurse looking after Henry was nowhere to be seen, when I questioned this I got told that she was in the reception speaking to someone, another patients parent. If I remember correctly she only had Henry at this point as it was very quiet in nicu.

    This was Henry’s last ever feed as after this feed his feeds got stopped due to an infection it was 8ml of milk, a tiny amount of milk that would have taken no longer than 30 seconds to hold and let go down.

    If Colin and I put a nappy over Henry’s face and tied his tube up with and left him to go and speak to one of the other mums we would have had social services come to us and questions would have been asked regarding our parenting skills so why is this acceptable? Someone we trust to look and care for our babies while we can’t?

    I took a photo straight away and it was sent to the matron and we still haven’t got the answers from an “investigation” being taken place about it so no doubt she is doing it to other baby’s in a vulnerable position.

    Myself Harper and Henry all born prematurely and they have done a fantastic job im not saying the hospital is bad but on this particular day walking into this, seeing my son being treated like this is NOT ok!

    Please share 💛

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/jessica.johnston.9028

     

  • Baby Badly Burnt By Nurse

    Although I have contemplated on posting this I believe it is time that our story is shared…

    Roughly 24 hours after birth our healthy baby boy was taken to the nursery, by the nurse, to have his PKU test done. A heel warmer is used during a PKU test to increase capillary circulation to an infants heel which is where the labs are drawn from for the test. For whatever reason the nurse decided to put hot water in a diaper and wrap it around Dash’s foot and leg with the heel warmer. The water was so hot that it resulted in our newborn baby having 2nd and 3rd degree burns.

    Baby Badly Burnt By Nurse
    Baby Badly Burnt By Nurse

    After consults with NICU, plastics, wound care, and a burn center our perfectly healthy baby was admitted to the NICU for 6 days. He had an IV, was on morphine, Tylenol, and ibuprofen, and had to have an NG tube. After finally being discharged from the NICU we’ve had multiple follow up appointments with a plastic surgeon and at 13 days old our baby had to have a surgical debridement.

    This whole situation should’ve never happened. It all took place because of an ignorant decision made by one nurse. This first time mother and father experience was taken from me and Andrew because of one nurse’s bad decision. The opportunity to breast feed my baby was taken from me because of one nurse’s bad decision. I watched my baby desat and turn blue during a feeding because he was so incoherent from the morphine he needed for pain because of one nurse’s bad decision.

    If you work in healthcare I encourage you to remember that you are taking care of someone’s loved one. Although to you it may be just another day at work and another patient, to someone else that is their world, and they are trusting you to provide the utmost care.

    We are very thankful that Dash is almost completely healed and, as of now, shouldn’t have any long term effects besides scarring and possibly losing his pinky toenail. Please keep us in your prayers as we continue on this journey.

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/kaley.johnson.779

     

  • After The Lose Of Our Babies We Want To Bless Other Parents

    OUR STORY!

    On August 29th of 2019, at 9 weeks pregnant, my wife and I found out that we should not just be excited to be pregnant with our second baby, but also our third! Brooke and I shared a look that we will never forget; A look of complete shock, an incredible amount of excitement, and being slightly scared. We soon after found out that it was in fact a mono/mono twin pregnancy.

    This type of pregnancy is very high risk due to her fertilized embryo splitting later than most, and creating both beautiful babies in one amniotic sac and each sharing a placenta. With both twins being in the same sac and not having a barrier between them, the risk of cord entanglement was great. We had sonograms done every week and every week we prayed everything would be good with our girls.

    One week down meant one week closer to the day that we would hit the magic 24 week mark which was a mark that meant the babies were officially “viable”. On the morning of November 6th, we arrived at our specialist appointment. As soon as the sonogram flashed on the screen and we looked up, we both could see that there was no heartbeat for either of our children. With complete devastation, broken hearts, and red eyes, we walked to our car and drove home to a place that now felt like it was missing something.

    We hugged our 19 month old, Connor, held him tight, and cried some more. The following day, after being put into labor at the hospital, my amazing wife gave birth to our twin girls, Audrey and McKenna. They both weighed slightly more than 8 ounces and fit into the palms of my hands. They did not look how you expect your twins to look, but they were beyond stunning to us.

    Fast forward to the next few days after being discharged from the hospital, and we got the privilege of being able to pick up our girls from the funeral home and bring them to where they would rest, our home here in Midlothian. I am a full time firefighter/paramedic but own a custom woodworking shop as a side business. I built our girls a maple and bolivian rose wood box and it struck my wife and I that this could be where our daughters make a difference.

    The prices of urns at a funeral home and online, range from around $85 to as expensive as you can imagine. Just another ask of someone who feels as though they have already lost so much. With that said, the Audrey and McKenna foundation will build, personalize, and ship, hand-crafted, hardwood cremation boxes completely free of charge to a family in need who has lost a child from gestation to the age of 5, in the last six months.

    We are setting up meetings and working with hospitals local, and eventually across the country, to get our boxes into the hands of those in need. We hope to increase the ways we give as the years come, but feel as though this is where we are destined to start. The costs of the material for the boxes and getting them to the family will be paid for using donations from incredible people like you! All craftsmanship hours on the boxes and any small items that we make for gifts as a way to increase donations, will be completely volunteered and in no way will we ever be compensated financially.

    We strive to bless as many families as possible as the years come, and with your help, we can give a baby lost, a cremation box that their parents are proud of. If you would like to donate, you can through PayPal with this link (May charge us a fee which is perfectly ok!) https://www.paypal.me/AudreyAndMckenna OR Venmo by searching @AudreyAndMcKenna THANK YOU!!

     

  • Let’s Talk About Autism And The Emergency Room

    Let’s talk about #Autism & the Emergency Room 🏥🚨

    Did you know that of the individuals with autism who use the emergency department, almost 1 in 4 are sedated or restrained to keep them calm? (https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/m/pubmed/25433045/)

    It doesn’t have to be like that. Being physically restrained like that can cause psychological trauma. Sometimes sedation and or restraint can be the safest option, yes. However, it should never be the go to choice.

    When staff are compassionate and understanding it can prevent having to turn to physical restraint.

    Emergency room staff can do this by speaking in a clear, concise manner. Explain to the patient what is going to happen, and why it’s important. Be patient and give the individual sufficient time to process the information. Staff should be open to suggestions from parents/caregivers, as they know the individual best.

    Successful emergency room trips are possible with autism when you have caring staff who are willing to listen and understand! 💙

    For more information for Hospital Staff:

    https://www.autismspeaks.org/hospital-emergency-staff

    For more information for Parents or Caregivers:

    https://www.rchsd.org/documents/2015/03/autismspeakstoolkit.pdf/

     

  • Their Time On Earth Was Not In Vain

    I found out I was pregnant in January 2011 with mine and my husband’s first child, we were ecstatic when we found out as we had been trying for just over 2 years. Everything was going smoothly at our 12 week scan we found out we were having twins.

    At about our 16 week scan we found out they were identical and shared the same placenta and I had to have scans every 2 weeks but everything was going according to plan. At around my 20 week scan they got a bit jumbled up so it was late, I ended up having the 20 week scan at 21 weeks pregnant and found out we were having boys, I had another scan the next week on a Thursday but when we arrived for the scan they cancelled it as I had had one the week before and they said the consultant would think the boys weren’t growing properly if they did the scan.

    So with it being cancelled we went to my mum’s in Cambridgeshire for the weekend as we lived in Ipswich at the time. The day after my scan was supposed to be on I started getting cramps so rang my midwife and asked her what they could be she told me it was Braxton hicks and to take some painkillers and it will pass, by the Saturday the pains still hadn’t gone so my mum took me and my husband Daniel to the out of hours doctor at the hospital where she lived, he checked the boys heart beats which were fine and concluded it was Braxton hicks and to take painkillers so I carried on doing what they said as they were the professionals.

    I managed to cope as best I could with the pain and by Sunday evening it was time for us to go home back to Ipswich. I awoke early hours of Monday 6th June to immense pain, I went to the toilet and saw that I had the show so I woke my husband up in a panic and he rushed me straight to the hospital, we arrived at about 4:30 in the morning were they said they would check me over.

    They checked the boys heart beats which were still fine and told me they would keep me in for monitoring, as I was 22 weeks and 5 days pregnant I thought I had to pee so I got up to go to the toilet but as I stood up I haemorrhaged everywhere, I had never seen so much blood in all of my life, I remember seeing my husband’s face drain of all colour and screaming at him to get help.

    Then everything got chaotic with lots of people rushing in and screaming at each other as to what was happening, as nobody knew they didn’t find out what was actually wrong until they checked me internally and found out I was already 10cm dilated and ready to push, so what everyone had thought was Braxton hicks was actually proper contractions and I had been in labour for 4 days and no one had picked it up until it was too late.

    I remember Daniel screaming at the doctors asking what was happening and what would happen to his sons, they told him there was no hope for them as they wouldn’t be born alive. During all of the commotion they rang my mum so she could be there and they gave her the choice on who to save me or her grandsons, me and Daniel never got given that choice.

    I was given gas and air and an injection to help with the pain, I remember the midwife breaking my waters and it absolutely covering her which made Daniel laugh even in the darkness he was feeling. Our first born son Zack Lee Brame came in to this world at 6:08am on June 6th 2011 crying his little heart out to our shock as they said he would be born dead, I remember he was taken straight out of the room from me, I didn’t get to see him or even give him a cuddle, our second son Blake Stephen Brame was born at 6:18am exactly 10 minutes after Zack and was also screaming his head off I remember looking down and seeing that their placenta had come out whole still attached to him but he was also taken straight out of the room from me.

    Things were a blur for a bit until my mum and dad arrived at about 7:30, Daniel’s mum had also come but I don’t remember her turning up just her being there when my parents came in. when my mum arrived I needed the toilet so she took me but was disgusted at the site that was in the bathroom before us, there was dried blood all over the floor and walls of the bathroom and used sanitary pads and dirty blood stained gowns on the floor so it hadn’t been cleaned before I had arrived as I was the only one on that ward.

    I remember my mum blowing up at the midwife for the state of it as it was unhygienic and an infection risk, after my parents had arrived a midwife came in asked us if we wanted to see our sons and of course we did but I wasn’t prepared for what was to come she wheeled them in to us but they had sadly passed away but were still warm and twitching, we took photos of the boys and had them blessed and the midwife took their hand and foot prints for us and gave us memory boxes to remember them by, I was asked to see if I wanted to consent to a post mortem of the boys to find out what actually happened so we agreed to do it and ticked the boxes on the forms for all bits to be returned to our chosen funeral director in a few weeks time ready for their funeral.

    I was discharged a few hours later where I had to face my midwife in the lobby of the hospital asking me what I was doing there as nobody had notified her to what had happened. I remember breaking down and my mum having to explain everything to her. Me and Daniel had decided to stay at my mum’s for a few weeks as we couldn’t face going home to our flat as all of the baby stuff was there, his mum and dad offered to clear the flat for us as we couldn’t face having to see it all knowing we would never be bringing our sons home.

    During the time at my mum’s we started the funeral arrangements through the hospital but decided to go private after finding out we wouldn’t get any ashes if we cremated them or if we buried them they would be put in a mass grave with other babies and just be a number in a plot. After about a week at my mum’s we had to return home as Daniel had to go back to work and we needed to register the boys deaths and births, when we went to register them we actually found out they had lived for over an hour!

    And we never got to see them; the hospital had just left them to die. Finding that out destroyed us even more knowing that something could have been done to try to save our sons. A few weeks later we got the call that the boys had come back from the post mortem and that we could go ahead with their cremation so we did they were cremated on July 22nd 2011 at Cambridge crematorium over a month later since they were born, saying good bye was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do.

    A few weeks later I get a letter in the post stating that the slides from the post mortem are ready to be returned for their funeral when they were supposed to have been returned with the boys, furious I rang them up and told them I wanted them destroyed so that they couldn’t be used for medical studies. About a year and a half later me an Daniel decided to contact a solicitor about a medical negligence claim against the hospital where we found out that I was actually further along in my pregnancy then what they had told me it turns out I wasn’t 22 weeks and 5 days I was actually 23 weeks and 4 days pregnant over the age where they could have tried to save my sons, we also found a lot of discrepancy’s in my medical notes on how they had died but a lot of bits were missing and still are missing like my maternity notes the boys medical records/birth notes and their post mortem results.

    In 2013 I was contacted by ITN to do a show called Amanda Holden: exposing hospital heartache on the treatment I had received which aired on 24th march 2014 where we found out that the slides from the post mortem had not been destroyed like they were told to do but were in fact still being held at Addenbrooke’s hospital which is reminisce of the whole alder hay scandal. since airing I have found out that my sons slides from the post mortem will not be destroyed like I want but are being kept on their medical file which I’m not allowed access to and I can never have closure because of this.

    To this day we still don’t have answers from the hospital as to what actually happened and why nobody actually picked up my labour until it was too late, my aim for telling my sons story is to get the law changed in to which all hospitals intervene to save a baby’s life, as currently a child born before 23/24 weeks gestation they do not legally have to intervene in saving their lives, we have also discovered that it’s a post code lottery as to where you live if they will help as if I would have given birth at the hospital where my mum lives they would have tried to save my sons as they breathed. The Hippocratic Oath that doctors sign states that all life is precious. I do have all of the proof for my story as I have my medical records which show the discrepancies and the forms for their post mortem. Thank you for reading mine and my son’s story Kelly-Anne Brame .

    Share this please help get her story out. Help her make sure their time on earth was NOT in vain!!

     

  • To All Mamas With A Child In Hospital

    To all those parents that know..

    I’ve seen you in those hospital rooms. I’ve seen you hand your child off to surgeons, not knowing if you would ever get to hold them again with a beating heart. I’ve seen you pray, hope, and hold on to faith with a sheer will that would put most to shame. I’ve seen you hold your baby with tears streaming down your face because this kind of sickness isn’t the kind that just comes and goes, this is the kind where no one can assure you that your child is going to be okay.

    You fight for your child when they can’t fight for themselves. You hope for them and you stay positive for them, and then run to the bathroom just to cry where they can’t see. You research and talk to doctors and talk to other parents to find the best possible treatment plans and solutions to give the best life to your child. You take part in care for your child in ways even some in the medical field are intimidated by – dropping NG tubes, giving IV meds through a Broviac at home.

    You go to the places no one wants to go. You know a side of the world that most would like to pretend doesn’t exist.

    You call your child hospital your home away from home, and while the rest of the world may find that sad, you see the hope. It’s the place that gives your child a chance at life.

    I see you, mumma And you are loving that child unconditionally, just as you should. You are standing beside them come hell or high waters, and you are doing a good job. You are giving them the best.

    You are their cheerleader. You are their smile maker. You are the one that knows their favorite songs and favorite toys. You are the one that knows how to calm them down, how to hold them, how to love them best.

    While other parents know everything about their child’s sleep habits, you know everything about your child – where their normal sats should be, what their resting heart rate is, their normal pressures. While other parents can talk about their kid’s feeding schedules, you could talk all day about your kid’s anatomy, what surgeries are next, or what treatments are on the radar. While other parents are teaching their kids to crawl and to walk, you are teaching yours to drink from a bottle just to get rid of that dang NG tube, teaching them to bear weight on their legs and rebuild their core from weakness of lying in a hospital bed all day. While other parents look forward to going out on a date night without kids, you look forward to the moments when you can grab enough hands to shuffle around a bunch of machines and a hospital crib to just hold your baby.

    You would do anything for your child. And some of you have to brave the path that no parent should have go down. Instead of debating the best way to introduce solid foods to a baby, you are making decisions with doctors on quality of life for your child.

    To all of you, I see you. Hold on to hope.

    Keep on doing what you are doing, loving that kid no matter what.

    You are brave. You are strong.

    You are doing a good job.

    You are a good mom.

    Love,

    A Momma Who Knows

    written by Lexi Behrndt

    December 22, 2014

    #ShareYourWishes

     

  • I Want People To Know How Serious Mental Illness Is

    Keeping someone alive is hard, physically & mentally. My mum has had a really hard life and sadly she’s now at a stage where she doesn’t want to be here.

    She had a difficult childhood, her sister was hit by a car and killed. My mum turned to alcohol and social services put her into a B&B with a bar. She was raped and told that it was her fault for drinking too much. She had a physically and emotionally abusive marriage, she has spent time in psychiatric hospitals and wasn’t always safe in them. Especially the time that she was on suicide watch but managed to walk out unnoticed. She took an overdose and threw herself into moving traffic. She did that because she has schizophrenia, it traumatised her she saw me being tortured, believed that everyone was conspiring with the devil & she was told that she needed to sacrifice her life to save her me. I was 2 years old and nearly lost my mummy.

    Being hit by a car left her with brain damage as well as partial sight and hearing and epilepsy. She stopped drinking years ago but the damage was done, she now has liver cirrhosis.

    A few years later I was taken from her. She has severe clinical depression, lung disease and many more disabilities and illnesses. Her life is a daily struggle and it only got worse when her husband committed suicide last year. She has no friends and sits alone at home every day, on good days she will go to town where people have knocked her to the ground despite her carrying a blind stick. She’ll go to the doctors and cry and she’ll be sent away, her physical health deteriorates and the doctors surgery always leave her without medication. She can’t concentrate on a book or TV because of her brain damage, she doesn’t feel anything when she listens to music. All she does is sit alone.

    My mum is in hospital at the moment, she hates it there. I’m hoping that this post will open up peoples eyes, there are sadly still some people out there who don’t realise a little kindness goes a long way.

    Remember that the way you treat people will affect their lives. I want people to know how serious mental illness is, it takes lives just like any other illness and it has so much stigma, please love and look after those around you. Mental illness could hit anyone at any time, even you.

    My mum has given me permission to post this, she’s also happy for it to be shared by anyone wanting to 💗

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/starandcolby/

     

  • Febrile Convulsions I Didn’t Know What To Do

    FEBRILE CONVULSIONS!!!!

    LONG POST BUT PLEASE READ.

    So just wanted to put a little warning out there for all the mummies that don’t know about febrile conculsions,

    On Saturday my whole life nearly shattered, I was out the full day with Matthew, we went to the park, and went for some food he was fine and acting his usual self hyper and full of energy, as we were walking home he fell asleep so I just left him to it, once we got home I took him out his pram and put him in his bed, and that’s when I noticed he was breathing very fast.

    So I stripped him down to his vest and took his temperature, his temperature was at 39.9 so gave him some ibuprofen (baby) to help and within 2 minutes of him taken it he started to daze off so I started to cup his cheek and talk to him asking if everything was okay, he then started to shake, I didn’t know what to do or what was happening I picked him up and he started to get worse and worse my baby started turning purple.

    I panicked and shouted to my partner Marc and he took Matthew and sat him on his knee trying to make sure his tongue never rolled to the back of his throat, he’s then started to turn blue 6 minutes in and he still wasn’t coming round, mean while we were on hold for the ambulance, after about 10 minutes my baby’s body went floppy and foam was coming from his mouth he was unresponsive, he came back round for a few seconds and was crying normal again then the he went straight back into another seizure.

    The  ambulance came and he was given oxygen and they took his heart rate as they were doing there thing I was thinking it’s my fault thinking I had done something I had a panic attack and my mind went blank, I couldn’t think straight i was broken and terrified that I was going to lose my baby💔, we got to the hospital and they told me it was “ febrile convulsions” and that it’s common in baby’s up to the age of 6, it’s caused by a baby’s temperature being too high and because they can’t regulate there own body it kinda goes into shock it occurs in about 3 in 100 children , and can also can re-occurs approximately 3-4 times in a child.

    I was never told anything about this as a new mum you would think they would give you warning if a babies high temperature could cause a seizure, i though the worse and though I was going to lose my baby and I would never in a million years wish that on my worst enemy💔,

    What do you do if your baby starts to have a febrile convulsion seizure?

    Try to keep calm as much as it’s frightening they will not be aware of anything that’s going on.

    Do not hold your child down when they’re having a fit

    Lay your child on the floor or ground on their side to prevent choking or accidental injury

    Do not put anything near or in your babies mouth

    Take a note of how long the fit last and seek medical attention.

    Most babies come round within 5-10 minutes and will be completely fine and not aware of anything that’s just happened.

    Credit https://www.facebook.com/bobbieanne.simpson

     

  • 30 Things The B*stards Never Tell You About Childbirth

    30 THINGS THE B*STARDS NEVER TELL YOU ABOUT CHILDBIRTH

    #1 It hurts.

    #2 No. It REALLY f*cking hurts.

    #3 Imagine simultaneously stubbing your toe while standing on an upturned plug adjacent to a piece of Lego.

    #4 Now multiply that level of pain by TWELVE MILLION.

    (#5 Obviously every woman is different, it doesn’t hurt that much for everyone, some simply “blow the pain away”, and it’s “more pressure than pain” in certain cases.)

    (#6 But for the remaining 99.99999% of us: it f*cking hurts.)

    #7 C sections are by no means the easy option. Have you ever tried taking sole responsibility for the life of another completely helpless human being after any other form of major surgery?

    #8 It doesn’t matter how much you love and trust your birth partner. By the time you are around 95% of the way through the childbirth process, writhing in agony as they stand there, blissfully pain free…you will want to f*cking MAIM THEM.

    #9 Midwives are saints in human form. Anaesthetists even more so.

    #10 Bar epidurals, pretty much all other forms of pain relief that they offer you in labour are about as effective as soothing an amputated limb with a squirt of antiseptic spray and a dinosaur plaster.

    #11 Before going into labour, you will spend a disproportionate amount of time packing your hospital bag, which will contain roughly the amount of items you would need if embarking to set up life on a deserted island in the middle of the ocean.

    #12 You will use roughly 0.21% of these items.

    #13 You will also have spent days, if not weeks, planning the perfect outfit to wear in childbirth which will allow you to labour comfortably whilst still retaining your modesty.

    #14 By the time your cervix has reached 10cm of dilation, your modesty will have fled several hours ago, pursued by a bear, and you could be giving birth wearing nipple tassles and a gimp mask, with an audience of thousands, for all you care.

    #15 You will panic that you will poo yourself in labour.

    #16 And you will poo yourself in labour, by which point you will not give a shit. (Pun entirely intended.) About anything. At all. Ever.

    #17 Speaking of which, childbirth is basically just like having a really big poo.

    #18 If that poo was the size of a badger. And made of barbed wire. And doused with Original Source Mint and Tea Tree shower gel. And came out wielding the upper limbs of Edward Scissorhands.

    #19 Once you’ve had the baby, you have to have the placenta, which all the books kind of gloss over and suggest you won’t notice, because you’ll be so wrapped up in your new baby. For the record, there is nothing I have ever been so wrapped up in, EVER, that means I would fail to notice several pounds of raw flesh falling out of my front bottom.

    #20 Oh, and just when you think it’s all over?

    #21 Stitches.

    #22 And afterpains.

    #23 STITCHES AND MOTHERF*CKING AFTERPAINS.

    #24 F*ck’s sake.

    #25 The first post-birth wee is almost as terrifying as giving birth.

    #26 And don’t get me started on the first post-birth poo.

    #27 Which basically IS giving birth, all over again.

    #28 It is, of course, all totally worth it ♥️

    #29 But those people who tell you that “I just forgot the pain, the moment it was over”?

    #30 Are lying f*cking bastards.

    Credit: www.twitter.com/IKINTST