(And? I hoarded the pain meds, too. And the poo meds. All the meds. Have been terrified of running out. Because tylenol? Doesn’t help shredded nether regions.)

And I care about your nausea too

Congrats!
Chrissy

Also! C-sections make me barf, too! I am now an Old Pro, so I go in and I say to Fred (I’m on a first-name basis with the anesthesiologist), “Fred. Do not let me barf.” And he says, “I will not let you barf,” and he pats his jacket pocket where he has put several pre-loaded syringes of anti-barf. And then when I feel the first tinges of nausea, I say, “Debarfify me!” and he does. Last time, I did not even barf! Or gag! Except one little gag when I waited too long to tell him I was getting queasy. This is in sharp contrast to my first two c-sections, where I barfed all the way through the procedure and for hours and hours afterwards. Which makes for such pretty photos.

Oh yes! I am so sure you wanted to talk about my nausea experiences! What I mean to say is CONGRATULATIONS! And as you can plainly see with your own eyes, he is utterly beautiful.

I’m so happy for your whole family!

(And on the puking? I found eating a lot, but really slowly helped. Also counterpressure helped with the pain of puking, coughing, sneezing, laughing, getting up – just take a small firm pillow or you can use a rolled up towel secured with duct tape, and put that against your incision to brace it when you need to use those abdominal muscles. Makes a world of difference, and I’ve had 4 c-sections to attest to that. Hope the puking stops soon.)

Congratulations all you Zoots!