The thought suddenly occured to the new Mom, whose baby was four days old when we visited them.
We alternated between ooohing and aaahing over how cute the baby is -- and poking its chubby cheeks -- and ughhhing and arghhhing over the gruesome details of birth.
Like, for instance, how the water bag is more like a water tank when it burst and flooded the bedroom.
Or how giant-sized the forceps were. And the mention of stiches down there is enough to make me feel faint, some more there was discharge the size and consistency of raw liver after an 18-hour labour.
Thank god I don't like kids.
food diary
chee cheong fun
four sotong balls
tea with milk
yong tau foo [no carbo]
four Clorets
penne matriciana
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