An outfit that is simply too butch for us to understand, I assume.What the actual frump is she wearing?
An outfit that is simply too butch for us to understand, I assume.What the actual frump is she wearing?
BIB. I was lying on the table all prepped for my emergency c section when an alarm when off and everyone bar one nurse ran out of the room. Turned out they had run off to perform a crash c section, that really is panic stations. TBH I was way to out of it at that point to get what was going on, but Mr Dogs relayed it all to me later. Emergency c section really just means unplanned c section.The anesthetist asked if I wanted her to film my C-section on my husband's phone. I politely declined. Although she did take a photo which I still haven't looked at.
It's also worth noting that an emergency C-section isn't necessarily panic stations. It just means unplanned. My first was technically an emergency, but it was all very calm and I had time for a nap beforehand, it's just my labour wasn't progressing (despite them throwing the hormonal kitchen sink at him, he didn't want to come out!)
Editing to add that with my second the surgeon tried to encourage me to not have the screen up. I'm guessing I could've glimpsed some bits. But when. He uttered things like "shall we pop the uterus back in" and "oh it's a bit of a blood bath" I was thankful the screen was there. I don't think a C-section is the best time to test how squeamish you are...
I’ve never heard of anyone being offered paracetamol in active labour. Would have thought pethidine or gas and air is first step. Also why is she always talking about radiators and why was it ripped off the wall?You didn't loose your job, Jack. You quit.
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Also, Jack who needs tramadol for an ouchy shoulder did a 30 labour on paracetamol? Haha she'd be ripping their arms off for the good stuff. (So would I.)
This has made me laugh and be envious of you in equal measurewhat that man can't do with a potato isn't worth knowing
Right! My libido has been really low for a while and yet…This has made me laugh and be envious of you in equal measure![]()
If she'd been eating her own slop she was probably so used to bloating and agonising stomach pains that it never even occurred to her that she wasSilent Labour is when you are in labour but don’t know it, so not exactly the elevenerife Jack was hoping for. Maybe she got it confused with silent or quiet birth, which is the Scientology/Fundie one where you have to keep it zipped in case you upset the baby.
Bonfire of The Inanities?Guys, Mr Nothanksbabes just made me the best tea ever (actual N. Irish, what that man can't do with a potato isn't worth knowing)
and then went for a shower and came back in a tshirt (complete with toothpaste stain) I've never seen before...
He doesn't know about the canal... Wonder if he's a secret member? View attachment 2996451
Exactly paracetamol doesn’t even work for a headache let alone for one of the severest pains there is.Yes! It’s like a joke. Paracetamol and a bath! Wouldn’t be that for men.
How can that be a year agoHappy anniversary to this:
A wonderful colleague of mine broke a similar door at work by doing an accurate impression of our appalling CEO slamming the door in our faces: the difficulty in coming up with a plausible reason that the door now had a hole in it was both the most complicated and hilarious thing I’ve worked on. The writing up of the scenario in the Incident Book resulted in tears of laughter staining the page which was compounded by a naive and credulous colleague of ours urging my colleague to go to the GP due to her supposed door-related injury.I broke a door once when I was off school sick. We had cheap doors because povvo.
She is a Lieantologist.30 hours of silent labour? Is she a Scientologist?
I had my second baby on gas and air, no time for pain relief. It was a very quick labour and the pain just got stronger so the midwife left the room for morphine and when she came back, baby was crowning, so no morphine for me. He just whooshed out, she was just in time. Poor husband lost the use of his hands too.Yeah, they tell you to take it before you go to the hospital. I had a fear of being sent back home and so I only just made it to the delivery room. A genuine paracetamol delivery.![]()
30 hour silent labour and radiator-ripping, eyeballed the birth of her son, all on minimal pain relief. Yet, ten years later is on 40 trammies a day just to sit in the bungamansion and tweet. Then and now, eh?I’m sure Jack was fuming she didn’t get to do the whole “I just breathed calmly for 67 hours with no meds” thing about her birth. Coz Well Hard and that.
I got my husband to film over the screen for my section. Worth it to see the look of utter disgust and anger on my baby’s face that he’d been removed from his comfy womb. He’d still be there now three years on if left.
All of the above (and I've been there too dear Triple V) but also there's a weird code that delivery staff adhere to.Even without the screen you can’t see anything. You have a epidural in your spine which anaesthesises your body from the boobs down. So you can’t sit up even if you wanted to. And the action takes place on the other side of your massively distended belly, under the point where your pubes begin to grow. By the time you’ve cooked a baby to term, you haven’t seen your pubic region for months, believe me![]()
If she ripped a radiator off the wall surely everyone there would have become very unwell/ exploded
Because they would have been inhaling gas
Because radiators in jack world have gas piped into them