I remember them jamming, forcing this complex instrument way up in side my interior, and warm fluid gushing in puddles all around me, walking the hospital halls all afternoon, showering just to help ease my consistent pain, but the water pressure beating upon my stomach never helped much anyhow, I was never so scared as when she placed me back upon that bed, with my legs spread as wide as eagles wings, and placed monitors across my tummy, and told me I was eight mm dialated, I remember that there was this burning sensation that wouldn't go away, I could feel my vaginal walls spreading, ripping open, tearing, swelling, increasing in size, but I never screamed once, "A tough girl like me can take it," well that's what I kept telling myself anyways, They gave me staydol to help relieve my excruciating pain, I'd recommend that drug to anyone, I really would! That's how great it is. I remember watching television some cooking show infact, and laughing, during the middle of the birthing process, ohh sweet staydol ohh how I love you much, four hours and nine minutes pushing, and choving squinting and squeezing humming he hees and who's, was all it took for me, and when they placed my son on my chest is when I bursted out crying tears of joy, cause this tough girl did it, and now she's a mommy, they took him away to weigh him and to fix me up, I remember saying my clitoris needs stitches I just know it does, It's on fire! and sure enough she agreed, one stitch to my clit and one on my vaginal wall, I remember babbling on about how I'm never going to be orgasmic again, My midwife assured me I would... but I highly doubted it, 6 weeks later I impatiently awaited to see if I could again, So after we were done fucking like rabbits, I jumped up and down on the spring loaded mattress screaming excitingly with my hands bouncing all around, "my clitoris works, it really does!!!"
Reason for writing:
Fear of never going to ever experience an orgasm again because
of a single stitch in my clit. How silly of me to even have
thought of that, huh?
Birth sign: Virgo
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