Ye Auld Chai Sot, dear, 'tis a girl.
3 weeks old today, actually. Cute like crazy. Labor was okay except for the approximately one hour before my doctor's partner showed up, when the residents on the floor decided I was in some sort of distress (yes, I had removed the silly belly monitor so I could go pee, and the nurse who returned it to my belly didn't get a loud enough ping or whatever it was, so the resident decided the baby's heartbeat had disappeared for 7 minutes. No, I had disappeared into the bathroom for 4 minutes, the nurse didn't come back for another 2, and then the monitor slipped ...) Anyway, the resident-evil-doctor-in-training decided to put me in a ridiculous head-down-tush-up position and leave me there for however long, pushing my head down if it came up, and handing me papers to sign authorizing a c/section
DH screamed at her to "practice your f***ing Surgery 101 homework on someone else and get your f***ing hands off my wife" ... and I do mean screamed ... and she finally left in a huff when my doctor's partner showed up, checked me and said, "What's the problem? Her body's happy, her baby's happy, let her labor."
And she was born happily and vaginally thankyouverymuch about 2 hours later.
So all of that head down tush up body twisting left me with a pinched nerve.
And it's a Maya Wrap.
Traumeel? What is it?