I watched my wife’s c-section for both of my girls. That is odd. You stay by her head while they are cutting her open (awake, but numb from just below the heart down) then when they pull the baby out they tell you to stand up and look. I got a whole new view of my wife looking through the large incision they made. It’s weird to see ab muscles pushed out of the way.
I would have 0 problem watching a c section - I’ve seen lots of blood, helped embalm dead bodies, and worked at animal hospitals - that would be weird and probably a bit nerve wracking because it’s your SO and your child, but the actual surgery itself would be a non issue. I just flat out told my wife that I did not want to see her vagina or any vagina that way, ever, and she told me she did not want me to see it like that either. Happy ending for all.
That’s where my brother ran into a problem. He was a corpsman and all that, so he figured it would be ok.
He was not ok.
True - if there’s anything that changed when I became a father, it was definitely that where I used to be able to hear about something happening to a kid or a woman and be generally upset about it, but that general upset-ness has now turned into a gut-wrenching sensation like someone is ripping my heart out of my chest.
Don’t know what causes the change but I have experienced this too.
My wife volunteers with the Gaurdian ad Litem program here (basically, an advocate in court for foster kids) and some of the kids’ stories make me want to throw up (almost did after hearing one). What humans are capable of is absolutely disgusting.
Side note, I also know now why all the folks who worked on the Manhattan project have that hollow look in their eyes in all the documentaries.
Yeah, my best friend here is a single dad who has 100% custody of his daughter and his ex-wife’s kid, who is not even biologically his. You can imagine what happened for things to swing that far in his favor. Most people I have talked to have never even heard of that happening. He also requested that there be no child support- he got custody when they were 4 and 6, they’re now 12 and 14 and he never got a penny from her. She still shows up every year and tries to get them, then disappears.
I think my dad watched all 5 of my mom’s c-sections. I’m not sure if I could watch that…maybe.
This is actually something I’ve recently started to think about. I wonder if I’ll even be allowed in the room at that point (corona).
Depends where you live but generally yes.
How ppl drink so much coffee
I started loving the taste of coffee since 6th grade, but to this day, have never managed to finish a full cup of regular coffee. I took an unintentional caffiene break for two weeks, and this morning, decaf was too strong ![]()
Note: I have an addictive personality and my mom drinks a ton of coffee
I was never a coffee drinker until my father introduced me to well-roasted, high quality, fresh ground beans.
It’s the nectar of the gods for sure.
My wife who swore she would never drink coffee fell in love with it after working at Starbuck’s (which is really only medium quality coffee).
If you can get your hands on some 100% Kona coffee out of Hawaii - that stuff is incredible.
Coffee is really my only vice left - gave up chewing tobacco (got me through undergrad), don’t drink anymore, and only have a cigar once or twice a year.
I LOVE the taste of coffee. I just can’t stand the caffiene
If you’re in China, go to Yunan. There are amazing microbreweries EVERYWHERE. Sumerian Coffee in Shanghai is also gold
Given how nutritious coffee is (antioxidants and polyphenols), I’d hardly call it a vice
Caffeine is half (at least) the reason to drink coffee in the first place:
Yes! I don’t even care if it’s good, bad, or ugly. Somebody says… you want coffee? The answer is always… YES!
Something I love about coffee is that sometimes, the worst cups of coffee can be some of the best ones you’ll ever have. Ie: haphazardly making some poorly filtered campfire pour-over from a cast iron skillet with year+ old Maxwell House. Can’t beat that stuff.
My wife made some in a tin percolator once when we were camping to surprise me.
It surprised me alright! She Filled the basket and left it perk for about a half hour, but damn, that stuff did the trick.
An hour later I’d swear I could hear fish swim. ![]()
Percolator coffee over a fire is some of the best even if made with crappy Maxwell House or MJB beans.
Did you consume it from a blue enameled tin cup too? It’s almost a necessity.
I have a blue enameled percolator for just such an occasion.
Just my regular enameled cup, but it really was very good.
Becauss life is hard. And coffee is delicious.
Spoken like the true addict that I am.
Obvious plot twist: your wife put LSD in your campfire coffee, which is obviously the best way to camp.