on occasion, when i’m feeling too lazy to get up from the couch to get myself a snack, i remind my husband, quietly, of the drug-free labor i went through four months ago with our second son, Kasher.

it’s losing its effect. perhaps once a day is too often, but trust me: after 19 hours of contractions, screaming “just pull him out!”, and second-degree tearing, the respect was there, scrawled all across Trent’s features and he couldn’t bring me enough ice chips.

and Mary had no ice chips.

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