Alice
Gillian helped me clean up and put on some clean pajamas and a pad the size of a phonebook, just so that I could gingerly waddle back to bed. I’m not gonna kid you, it hurts. I don’t think my v****a will ever recover. I gave George the evil eye, but I couldn’t stay mad at him as I watched him holding his not-so-tiny son. He’s totally besotted. He trades with Gillian, handing her the blanket-wrapped bundle so that he can scoop me up and carry me back to our room.
Thank god for the incredible hulk. I don’t want to walk. Not only is there untold amounts of aching and burning between my legs, but every time I stand up there is a gush of blood. Dr. Robbins assured me that this is perfectly normal, but its not pleasant. I hold on to his neck and rest my head wearily against his
