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slash off my chest where we have a candidate for the worst husband of 2025 our next redid post is from Darkside Zephyr. As the birth of

our second daughter is nearing, I get flashbacks to my firstborn's birth. I was induced due to colostasis

with servadil and then a foley balloon for three days until my water broke. That sentence is gobbledygook

to me, so I looked it up, and colostasis is a condition

where the flow of bile from the liver to the small intestines is impaired.

Anyways, after a failed epidural and a second one in place, I was told a C-section would

be best as the baby's head was getting conned.

My cervix wouldn't dilate, and my baby would go into distress, especially

since there was maconium in my water. Needless to say, incredibly traumatic. But what my mind goes back to

is after two to three days of not eating, having back-to-back painful contractions, tolerating a

painkiller shot every couple of hours, which hurt more

than the epidural for me. And being in labor for so long, was my husband coercing me into giving

him a BJ at the hospital all drugged up and while in extreme pain. Not only that, but he wasn't

even thankful and acted like it was for me. He told me

that it helped distract me from the pain and praised me for it. I thought that I had done right as a

wife, but looking back, it seems not okay. It makes me feel icky and sad. I just feel sick

about it, and I can't shake off this skin-crawling feeling that I have right now.

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