Nipple Shower Dance (8 lines)

* A month of 8 lines in honor of this post >> 8 mm

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Dodge the water needles.

Dodge them for the love of God.

Soap and splash rinse…

Shimmy to the left.

Half turn to the right.

Make boob umbrellas with my hands.

This is how postpartum bathroom accidents occur…

Doing the raw nipple shower dance.

 

 

Frankenpussy (8 lines)

* 8 lines because of this post >> 8 mm

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Frankenpussy, Frankenpussy -
So misunderstood.
You’ve been stretched.
You’ve been ripped apart,
Cut and stitched together.

You’re marred with badges if honor,
And stronger than any monster I know.

PS- You need a haircut.

Texas Ranger (8 lines).

* 8 lines for a month. Why? Read this >> 8 mm

 

I brought you home from the hospital.

I hold you, fully with both hands.

At this moment you are essential to me.

The first thing I reach for…

I reach for you, grip you, need you, hate you…

And dream of being rid of you.

You are mine, yet Hot Nerd named you.

My walker – Texas Ranger.

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8 mm

Our son, “Meatball” was born a little over 8 pounds.

My vagina bears the badge of 8 stitches.

The separation between the two halves of my pubic bone is 8mm wide. That doesn’t sound like a lot to me, but the nurse said it was pretty substantial… and a bigger split than when I gave birth to my first son.

Between not being able to walk, nursing around the clock, and swallowing tons of drugs – I’m doubtful of my ability to write insanely funny, heart melting, or mind changing blog posts. Instead, I think you’ll be getting more of a sleep deprived Alice In Wonderland type deal.

In honor of my 8mm split, my posts over the next month will be only 8 lines (or sentences) long. I cannot guarantee that they will make sense… or that I will not forget how to count. I can only say that I love you all too much to leave you hanging.

PS- My apologies to those of you who thought this post would be about the movie, 8mm… or a camera.

PPS- The whole “8 lines” thing doesn’t apply to this particular post… clearly…

PPPS- I am still scarred from looking at my vagina with a mirror.

PPPS- I promise not to write anymore postscripts.

PPPPS- Except for this one – I just wanted to tell you that the Chinese believe the number 8 is lucky. So, there’s that.

Bye bye.

One week postpartum – things I’ve learned while on drugs

Where have I been?

Well, after pushing a baby out of my vagina without any medication, I learned that I did indeed split my pubic bone again.  So, since then, I’ve been recuperating in the craziest, most stressful house known to man.  But with all big trials comes great knowledge.  Here’s some of the things I’ve learned this week.

 

  • Sometimes Twitter is a good labor coach.
  • “Transition” is a misleading name.  ”Holy Crap, If I Don’t Die I Will Kill All Of You” is much more apropos.
  • Pubic bones are fickle.  Be nice to yours.  You never know when it could turn on you.
  • Sleep is for the weak… or the extremely lucky.
  • If you don’t brush your teeth for days, your jaw starts to hurt.
  • Newborns sometimes sound like cats in heat.
  • Even if you can’t walk, you can always stumble a few steps before falling to your knees to scoop one of your children up after he fell and caught himself with his face.
  • Getting puked on five consecutive times doesn’t really register until your preschooler is no longer in pain.
  • Some husbands get so discombobulated, that they leave their crippled wives on the floor, lying in vomit, to answer the phone… or put food in the microwave.
  •  Sometimes breast feeding advocates will reach for formula supplements when the doctor tells them their newborn is losing a dangerous amount of weight.  Sometimes this breaks one’s heart.
  • Sometimes friends really come through for you.
  • Pooping is overrated, especially when you have lots of stitches.
  • Pooping is underrated, especially when it finally turns to yellow in a newborns’ diaper.
  • When you can’t walk your ass swells.

 

And perhaps the most important thing I’ve learned this week is:

 

 

 

  • DO NOT take a hand mirror and look at your vagina days after giving birth.

 

 



 

PS-  I am on drugs.