I was in the hospital the morning after giving birth to my first child. Now when you are in the hospital having a baby it seems like everyone who comes in needs to examine you. There are doctors, nurses, sometimes groups of student/interns, all of them asking you to put your feet up in the stirrups so they can see how far you're dialated, etc.
So anyway, having been poked, prodded and examined countless times in the hours leading up to the baby's arrival, here I am early the following morning. A young man enters my room wearing a green scrub type outfit, complete with a cap and ....[Read more]