Childbirth is no walk in the park. Unless you happen to be walking in the park when it happens.
Jenny Chang // BuzzFeed
"As we were getting ready to leave for the hospital, I thought I was going to poop the turd of the century. I ran to the bathroom. My boyfriend was screaming, 'What are you doing?! We have to go!' And I yelled back, 'I can't stop it! I think I have to poop but this just doesn't feel right!'
My eyes widened and I yelled 'THIS BABY IS COMING NOW.' My poor boyfriend delivered our baby boy on our bathroom floor at 4:50 a.m. So, to my precious, perfect babe, yes. I thought you were a giant, monstrous shit, not a 7 pound, 14 ounce squishy ball of cute."
—Chantel Guidera, Facebook
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