My husband was remarkably cool about the fact that he saw my torso cut open, my organs removed, and our daughter pulled out blue because she had the cord wrapped around her neck and leg. (She was fine as soon as they unwrapped her.) I lost a ton of blood with her and my other two, both of whom were also c-sections because apparently after that my uterus couldn’t be trusted not to rupture in a natural birth because I had bad fibroids. Whenever I would talk about anything that I thought could be gross or off-putting about my body to him, he would remind me that he’s seen my insides pulled out and it really didn’t phase him. Now me? I couldn’t handle looking at my own incision without getting woozy, let alone handling the kids hurting themselves when blood was involved. Luckily, there have only been maybe two or three incidents in the 21 years since we had our oldest that he’s had to handle, and he’s been home for all of them. I would have understood if he had been a fainter, but I am super grateful that he isn’t.
Oh lord. My husband knows me well enough to have not said anything like that to me, because I would have probably had to have been revived right there on the table.
Haha yeah, I definitely saw parts of my wife I never expected to. I distinctly recall handing my son to the nurse after holding him the first time, turning around, and seeing the doctor gently scrubbing some organ with the same vigor and care you'd use to polish, say, a brass doorknob. We managed to avoid the blue baby part though.
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u/all8things Apr 24 '26
My husband was remarkably cool about the fact that he saw my torso cut open, my organs removed, and our daughter pulled out blue because she had the cord wrapped around her neck and leg. (She was fine as soon as they unwrapped her.) I lost a ton of blood with her and my other two, both of whom were also c-sections because apparently after that my uterus couldn’t be trusted not to rupture in a natural birth because I had bad fibroids. Whenever I would talk about anything that I thought could be gross or off-putting about my body to him, he would remind me that he’s seen my insides pulled out and it really didn’t phase him. Now me? I couldn’t handle looking at my own incision without getting woozy, let alone handling the kids hurting themselves when blood was involved. Luckily, there have only been maybe two or three incidents in the 21 years since we had our oldest that he’s had to handle, and he’s been home for all of them. I would have understood if he had been a fainter, but I am super grateful that he isn’t.