Oh & after I had ds, I was happily pain free because of endorphins & the lingering effects of the epidural.
By the small hours, not so much. I felt like I'd been repeatedly kicked by a horse. Oral painkillers really weren't doing much for it.
Change of shift, new nurse takes one look at me, in a sobbing sweaty mess, & sorts out a suppository painkiller.
Great, so I'm bent over the bed with a stranger poking the suppository up my bum, as we make polite chat about how I teach at the local school, her nephews go there, ah yes I know the older one, etc etc.
Her dds subsequently also attended a few years later. Can't say I ever entirely got over the recollection, at parents' evening, that the woman I was chatting to about her kids' homework had had her finger up my bottom.
She was absolutely lovely, both as a nurse & as a student's parent, but I can't pretend it didn't feel slightly odd as I sternly informed her that young 'Bethany' definitely needed to pull her socks up in order to hit her GCSE target.