Tag Archives: Band-Aids and the Pain They Inflict

And Two Tylenols Later, A Baby Was Born

Guy in Childbirth Class: So…do you think my wife could just take a couple Tylenol and be ok through labor?

I wanted to smack him. Partially because earlier he insisted his punctured spleen from a car accident a couple years ago never really hurt.

I have a pretty high pain tolerance.

Translation: I cry only a little when I slowly peel off a band aid.

Taking this off will be a doozy.

Real Translation: Because needles freak me out, I won’t let the dentist numb me when filling cavities.

I’m that person nearly passes out at blood draws, and afterwards I feel stupid because I didn’t even feel the needle.

So I decided to last as long as I could drug-free and then assess the drug situation because…

  • I was a 9-pound (and however many ounces) baby.
  • Boo was a 23-inch long baby.
  • Radley was a 9-pound baby.
  • Our baby measured in the 70th percentile.
  • Except for her head. She’s in the 93rd percentile. Our baby has a big head.
  • After Sunday’s false labor contractions for over 12 hours, I almost slammed my head into the wall to knock myself out just so I could get some rest.

My birth plan said…

  1. Knock me out.
  2. Wake me up after the baby arrives.

I wish that had been an option. It actually said…

  1. Drugs: Maybe. Not Tylenol.

After laboring at home for 15-16 hours, I decided it was time to go to the hospital. When I got there, I was 7 centimeters dilated…and every nurse seemed concerned I was about to give birth in the hallway, so I asked for drugs that last an hour, hoping that was all I would need.

That resulted in me telling everyone that I made the staff red velvet cookies, and they should get one from the nurses station.

And after that sweet hour of mild relief with barely any more dilation, I asked for the epidural.

Kiefer: Are you sure you don’t want to try walking around first to see if it speeds things up?

Me: Kiefer…I’m done. I want…the epidural.

When you say someone’s name, they know you mean business.

When the anesthesiologist came in…

Anesthesiologist: How are you doing?

Me: I’m done.

Unfortunately for me, the baby hadn’t come out yet, so I wasn’t actually done.

One epidural and 3 hours later, I was 10 centimeters dilated with a bag of water still in tact. The midwife popped it, and we got the show on the road.

Then I noticed that I could see my legs and stuff in the reflection of the lamp light. I think that’s when my coochie snorcher decided it was done despite the baby still being inside.

After pushing for a bit, they turned down the epidural. After pushing for 4 hours with little progress and a baby suspected to be sunny side up, we discussed other options.

Scout finally arrived after nearly 29 hours of labor. The last 5-10 minutes was extremely unpleasant—I’ll leave it at that.

Her head was too big for my nether regions but not too big for this hat.


Will It Hurt?

Last week I went to the dermatologist for two beauty spots on my back. And by “beauty spots,” I mean “moles,” but “beauty spots”makes me feel like Cindy Crawford, so just go with it.

Doctor: This one is probably ok, but the other one is questionable. Better safe than sorry, so I’ll just remove both of them. Sit here.

Thoughtsy: Wait…right now? You’re going to take them off right now?

Doctor: Yes.

Thoughtsy: Will it hurt?

Doctors never tell you it will hurt. They’ll tell you it’ll sting or it’ll pinch. Synonyms for hurt. Boom! English-majored!

Doctor: I’ll numb it, so you won’t feel anything. Just two pricks.

Thoughtsy: (::under breath::) I’ll show you a prick.

A few mostly pain-free minutes later, I was “beauty spotless.”

The next day I asked Kiefer to take off the band-aids because I didn’t want to see the possibly huge gaping holes aftermath. 

Kiefer: I’m going to take off the band-aids now.

Thoughtsy: Right now?

Kiefer: Yes.

Thoughtsy: Will it hurt?

I ask those two questions at least once a day.

Thoughtsy: Just so you know, I prefer the slow peeling of band-aids. Don’t rip it off.

Kiefer: (::RIP!::)

Thoughtsy: SON OF A…! I hate you.

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