I didn't know what these were too. I only learned about these after having a kid.
After a woman gives birth, the exit where the baby comes out bleeds.... Profusely.... Usually for a few days, but could go for a few weeks. Something that regular pads can't handle.
It's basically an essential item that should be given out free to all mothers and it's locked behind a glass case.
After a woman gives birth, the exit where the baby comes out bleeds
Vagina. It's okay to say vagina, because that's what it's called.
Funny, I always called it "the grotto"
Like, even Depends adult diapers wouldn't be sufficient for postpartum bleeding?
after my most violent birth, I just remember having the luxury of being at home for months and having access to the toilet all day 🤷🏻♀️
It was 17 years ago but the memories are coming back to me now, yeah it was pretty much like giving birth three more times with all the blood and god-knows-what-solid-bloody-tissue-chunks still coming out of me days after.
It was a murder scene each time my wife needed to freshen up.
I didn't take the photo, but Target had the adult diapers locked up too.
Fucking hate this.
Freshen up
I can't help picturing her excusing herself from the room daintily:
I didn't know what these were too. I only learned about these after having a kid.
After a woman gives birth, the exit where the baby comes out bleeds.... Profusely.... Usually for a few days, but could go for a few weeks. Something that regular pads can't handle.
It's basically an essential item that should be given out free to all mothers and it's locked behind a glass case.
Vagina. It's okay to say vagina, because that's what it's called.
Funny, I always called it "the grotto"
Like, even Depends adult diapers wouldn't be sufficient for postpartum bleeding?
after my most violent birth, I just remember having the luxury of being at home for months and having access to the toilet all day 🤷🏻♀️
It was 17 years ago but the memories are coming back to me now, yeah it was pretty much like giving birth three more times with all the blood and god-knows-what-solid-bloody-tissue-chunks still coming out of me days after.
It was a murder scene each time my wife needed to freshen up.
I didn't take the photo, but Target had the adult diapers locked up too.
Fucking hate this.
I can't help picturing her excusing herself from the room daintily:
"Pardon me while I go freshen up."
...Bloody murder scene ensues