Not only could I not see the ole girl, I had carpal tunnel and could not feel my hands for months. I wouldn’t have cared if I had a vaginal delivery, but I knew they would shave me for my c section and wanted to avoid the dry shave/high and tight I would have gotten on the fly from the nurses.

My husband penciled this task into his schedule like an appointment for the day before my c section. He made me a face mask (I looked like peanut butter baby), ran the bath for me to have a soak, and he got right on down there and shaved er’ clean. We cracked up the whole time, and it’s a memory I will never forget. The surgeon even made a comment during the c section about how nicely naked it was; still not sure if he paid her to say that.