I did not believe this person.
I bought and packed my own cotton briefs for recovery but I woke up Sunday morning wearing the second most comfortable pair of underwear I've ever had on in my life. [Hanky Pankys will always be #1!]
One of the darling nurses sent me home with numerous pairs for the first week or so but tragically I ran out yesterday. I never thought something so small and insignificant would make me somewhat sad.
I considered jumping on Amazon to see if I could order such products because needing more disposable underwear didn't seem like a valid reason to call the postpartum department at the hospital... even though they did say I could call at any hour if I needed anything. Anything?
I stopped myself from making the call and decided it was time to put my big girl panties on and deal with it! And that's just what I did.
So that's my tragic little postpartum story. I love being Jack's mommy. Recovery is going smoothly. I can slip on my shoes instead of having to use two hands to get them on my feet. Life is good. I just miss the hospital under pants!
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