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For my only birth, my stbx was out smoking with our neighbor most of the time (she's a woman). He even was so kind as to knock the call button off my bed while I was in labor on his way out to have a smoke so I couldn't call for pain killers while he was gone. So kind of him.
We hadn't yet settled on a name, and when DS was finally delivered by C-section, he held him in front of my face in the operating room and said "what should we name him???" Now, I'm glad he was excited the baby was finally born, but I'm totally drugged up, split open from hip to hip, and not really thinking about baby names at this point in time.
I spend 2 nights in the hospital recovering from surgery, and stbx uses up all the frozen meals i had made ahead of time (for ME to use while learning to be a new mother at home) to feed his family that was visiting. How thoughtful. Offering his family home cooked meals. I was such a lucky lady!
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