“And how have the bowel movements been?”
I stuttered a bit. “Um, well…I’ve only had a couple.”
He looked at me quizzically and then – he couldn’t help it – stifled a laugh.
“That’s great,” he said, “but I was asking about the baby.”
(Ohhhhh. RIGHT. Not EVERYONE was obsessed with MY bowel movements. In my post-partum and vicodin-induced haze, I’d forgotten.)
I just started laughing – I laughed, I cried. It hurt my incision to laugh but I couldn’t stop! My husband was laughing too – why? Because my answer made perfect sense to him. He was also still a tad preoccupied with my bowel movements.
Now that’s love, isn’t it?
(I still can’t look the kids’ doctor square in the eye.)
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This post originally appeared at Mommin’ It Up.
