Dear Diary, What is an episiotomy? Say it with me—uh-pee-zee-ot-uh-mee. I didn’t know how to pronounce that word—heck I didn’t even know the definition—until I was spread eagle on the delivery table. After pushing for two hours, my OBGYN Dr. Robert Thompson and my daughter’s dad discussed it. You’re going to cut what? My daughter’s dad nodded in agreement. Perhaps he was setting me up! We had broken up, so maybe he wanted to make sure no man would sleep with his ex now and forevermore. He smiled and told me it was standard procedure. You’d rather be cut than ripped, right? Through a fog, I agreed—heck, they could have cut off my leg to get the baby out. I wasn’t thinking about sex or what would happen to my hoo ha. But come to find out, my ex was right—that’s something I don’t say often, so let’s all pause for a moment to let the words sink in. OK, back to my labor and delivery. Well, I endured an episiotomy. I should get one of those t-shirts made. Maybe it can say, I survived childbirth and an epsiotomy. Sort of like the I Survived Hurricane Ivan memorabilia I bought after living through a category five hurricane that happened five days after I moved to the Cayman Islands. I shouldn’t have been surprised about the surgical procedure. I might be exaggerating, not sure if it’s technically surgery. It took less than a minute to undergo. I wasn’t surprised, because I was a bigheaded baby. My daughter’s dad’s head, well, let’s just say big heads hold big brains! Just joking! But my sister does tease me, saying I had a big ole head as a baby. She even has a professional picture of me leaning on her. She claims she was holding up my head. Back to the episiotomy—I changed the subject because snipping your lady parts isn’t the most pleasant topic. My mom always said never to run with scissors! I’ll end here and let the professionals define what happens when your baby doesn’t want to come out to play. Check out my interview with Dr. Scissorhands. I mean, Dr. Thompson. At least, he didn’t have slippery hands! He caught my little girl. Hey DFTM Fam—Did you know what an episiotomy was before you had a baby? Did it scare you or were you prepared? Tweet us @dearmomdiary using #TMITuesdays Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.