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"I hated being pregnant. I hated every second of it – which was so strange because I wanted to be pregnant so bad. My wife didn’t want to carry, and I was like, 'That’s okay because I’ve wanted to carry my whole life!'

Then the second I was pregnant, I was like, I can’t wait to get this baby out of me.

I’d heard all these stories from my sister and other women about how pregnancy was the most wonderful thing and the baby’s always with you. I did not feel that way. I was so uncomfortable.

I really wanted a natural birth – no epidural. At about 36 weeks, my son flipped, and he was what is called frank breech. His butt was at the opening of my uterus, and then his arms and legs were up in a 'V.' He was sandwiched. Because he flipped so late, he couldn’t get back around.

So I had to have a c-section, which was devastating. I’d never had any surgery before. I had a hard time with the concept of being cut open and being awake, and then having complete loss of sensation from my chest down. My epidural wore off in the middle of them suturing my uterus. I was telling them I could feel the stitches. They’re like, 'No, you can’t. No, you can’t. Where am I touching now?' I told them, 'The left side of my stomach.' They were like OH MY GOD."


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