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Going Into Labor

Posted 05.13.2008 by Levi OConnell (21)
Levi OConnell I didn't always have IBS. In fact, for a time, I was just your average guy. But when I was sixteen, a ruptured appendix required emergency surgery. They saved my life, but my bowels would never be the same again. The doctors said I was just one of those unlucky patients... yeah, right, they probably screwed something up while they were poking around in there. It's something I'll have to deal with for as long as I live, and sometimes I wish I hadn't survived it after all.

I was just weeks shy of my eighteenth birthday when my girlfriend, Jen, informed me that she was pregnant. Thus my eighteenth birthday was spent in the midst of what was by far one of the most stressful periods of my life. During this period, my IBS attacks became significantly worse and more frequent, and my relationship with my girlfriend was left on rough waters. In fact, on that one day that I'll never forget, I had my worst IBS attack yet.

I left my girlfriend alone for about ten minutes to go to the mini mart to pick up some milk. I still vividly remember how I felt when I came home and she looked at me and plainly said, "Levi... it's time." I'm pretty sure I almost fainted when her words sunk in -- maybe I'm a weakling, but how would you expect an eighteen-year-old boy to feel when he's about to become a father?

We immediately packed our stuff into the car and left for the hospital, which was about forty minutes away. By the time we got there Jen was well into labor and having very painful contractions.

We were shown into our hospital room. I helped Jen get changed. The doctor briefly examined her and said everything was going smoothly, but she was only three centimeters dilated and the baby was still very high; so, he said, we might as well go downstairs and have some lunch while we had the chance.

We knew it would be a long day, so we decided to grab the opportunity while it was there. We weren't in the mood for anything heavy, so we went to the Tim Hortons in the hospital cafeteria. We both had bread with margarine. She had some water while I had a medium coffee with about three or four of those little packages of cream in it. Bad move.

After finishing our lunch, we went back upstairs. The next five hours passed ever so slowly as we spent the time casually talking and taking walks around the hallways. When the doctor finally announced that she was seven centimeters dilated, we were overjoyed -- the big moment we were waiting for was in sight. Then it was with a feeling of horror that I felt an all-too-familiar rumbling emanating from my belly, immediately followed by a sudden and intense urge to shit. Could my intestines have possibly chosen a worse time to act up?! I tried my best to ignore it and hold it back, but my bowels refused to be ignored. It was time to go, and there was no stopping it.

I casually told my girlfriend I had to use the washroom. Gazing at me with her beautiful eyes, all she said was, "Please hurry, Levi, I need you here with me." I kissed her and promised her I'd be quick about it.

Unfortunately our hospital room didn't have its own washroom, so I had to go out and hunt one down. I spent at least fifteen minutes wandering around the maternity ward with my ass cheeks clenched tight; but to my frustration, I couldn't find the damn washroom, so I had to gather some courage and ask one of the nurses for directions.

"Keep going down this hallway, turn right, then turn left, and keep going straight. It's just past the elevators." Great, more walking. I quickly said thanks and carefully sprinted down the halls, all the while keeping my quivering and bulging starfish shut. When I turned left I came to a long hallway, where large pane windows lined the wall. And then I saw it: my sanctuary, my safe haven, my oasis. Just a little further...

I dashed in and didn't even bother to lock the door. I had barely gotten my pants past my ass before the floodgates opened and colonic magma started pulsing out of my aching hole.

I thought it would never stop. I sat there helpless for what seemed like several minutes as my starfish showed the toilet no mercy. I quietly prayed and tried to tell myself this wasn't happening. Jen would never forgive me if I missed the birth of our baby. But the chocolate lava just kept coming and coming, and I listened intently as it hit the water.

At last Niagara Falls slackened off in to a watery trickle. To my dismay, it was one of those dreaded million-wipers. I'd used up almost the entire roll of toilet paper before my ass was finally clean. It was an amazing feeling, though, as I buckled up my pants and discovered that they seemed to fit even better than they did when I bought them. I turned to inspect the damage I'd done.

The water level had gone up by at least two inches, and there was black sludge splattered all over the sides of the bowl and the back of the seat. I flushed, which got rid of some of the mess; but since it felt like it had been hours since I'd left the hospital room, I decided to just leave things as they were.

When I opened the door, a girl who looked to be about thirteen or fourteen was waiting outside. She obviously heard me in there since she hadn't walked in, and as I was leaving, she glanced at me with disgust. I was so embarrassed that I pretended to not notice her and casually walked away. As I headed back to the hospital room, I howled with laughter as I heard the girl's horrified screams in the distance.

Fortunately, I was back before it was time for the Jen to start pushing. Of course, she was too focused on that to bother asking me why I was gone so long.

Twenty minutes later, my son arrived into the world.

shitwit (532) -- 05.13.2008

Damn! She pushed for less than 20 minutes??? You sure it was her first? Just kidding. Lil' shitwit #2 was my VBAC baby and I pushed for just over an hour (he was also 8 1/2 pounds).

But back to your bowel's predicament: I can totally see what you're going thru. Any stressful shituation will stir up my innards much the same way as yours. Come to think of it, Mr shitwit took a dump during both of my labors with the lil' shits!

Do you still have angry bowels or have they aged gracefully?

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Rock-n-roll! Poopy-poo!

Lame comment!
Anonymous Coward (not verified) -- 05.13.2008

Condoms are more convenient.

daphne (3325) -- 05.13.2008

My son was a condom baby, smartass; it's not always the way it seems.

Levi, I applaud your being at your child's birth, and I'm sure you are glad that you were there, also. Not every young father is as together as you.

I attended a catholic school (and alot of good THAT did......). At the public school I would have attended, the homecoming queen in what would have been my class got pregnant by a younger kid, an excellent athlete from an extremely nice and popular, prominent family. She decided to keep the baby. To the shock and disgust of many people in the community, the father and his "prominent" family took the low road and decided to pretend that nothing had happened. She ended up giving birth by herself, and the father and his family pretended for years and years that the baby didn't exist. No acknowledgment, no visits from grampa and gramma, no love. It forever changed the way I saw them.

I saw her four or five years later out with a guy from the graduating class in front of ours - whom she ended up marrying - and she never looked happier. I remember thinking that the father of her baby really fucked up, and even more so his family fucked up by allowing him to ditch on such an amazing creation and the responsibility that should have been his.

Incidentally, I don't know how old your child is now; but when he starts driving, expect many, many more explosive cases of the shits if you are the one to teach him how to navigate in traffic. Bring diapers.


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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
www.daphneszoo.com

CC (not verified) -- 05.13.2008

I hope your son is doing great.My father was a bigger wiseass then me.When he stopped driving near the end of his life he would tell people in 60 years of driving he only had 2 accidents me and my sister.

Touche (not verified) -- 05.13.2008

Well said, Daphne.

The Thunderous ... (651) -- 05.13.2008

IBS shits produce some very amazing farts as well. I am sure that toilet was permanently traumatized as was the girl using the bathroom based on her screams. So are you and your baby's mom still together? Come on....dish....dish
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The Thunderous Crapper 63 Enjoying home toilet advantage since 2004!

pnuttycorn (189) -- 05.13.2008

Glad you didn't miss the birth of your son. A friend of mine gave birth in one of those rooms where it's almost like a private room, and just 20 minitues or so after she gave birth, her bro-in-law went into the bathroom and took a massive dump, complete with farts and grunts. When he came out we all bitched him out for not using the hall bathroom, because the fart fan wouldn't even squelch that funk.

jfb ball (not verified) -- 05.13.2008

*wipes a tear* That was beautiful.

Lame comment!
Anonymous Coward (not verified) -- 05.13.2008

does every single post really NEED a sanctimonious comment from daphne? just asking.

to the op- good story! i'm glad you managed to avert the crisis and get back in time for the birth!

Bilgepump (1471) -- 05.13.2008

In a word, yes. Daph's comments are far more thought provoking, funny, or informative, than your well wishes to the author, even in this case, where the wishes are deserved. Now shut up and go read some more of Daphne's posts, you might learn something, change your mind about something, or just laugh your ass off.

The Shit Volcano (3646) -- 05.14.2008

There's nothing like a nervous stomach before a major life-changing event to spice up a poop story. Just be glad it was YOU who had the shits and not your girlfriend.

P.S. I'm glad to see a guy who can take responsibility for his mistakes. You sound like a real keeper. You sort of remind me of Gilbert after I told him the news. Always there, and he'll never leave.

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Born right the first time.

Great comment! +1 point
DungDaddy (1364) -- 05.14.2008

Yeah, be glad it was you and not your woman who had the shits at the time of birth. When our second child was born, DungMommy crapped all over herself, and the doctor, and the nurse. She pooped on the baby too. I still call that kid "Little Shit Head" for that very reason.

It's a name that has... kinda stuck.

Artful Dodger (305) -- 05.14.2008

Sanctimonious? You're Dumpster, aren't you, you sly, anonymous coward?

The Thunderous ... (651) -- 05.14.2008

I think Daph is very insightful ANNNND shes cute too ;)
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The Thunderous Crapper 63 Enjoying home toilet advantage since 2004!

prarie doggin (1546) -- 05.14.2008

I think manpons should be required attire in birthing rooms. Well, at least in my case.

daphne (3325) -- 05.14.2008

The Dumpster has indeed been spotted lurking in the forums, so it could be him on the front page, too.

I guess it's hard to quit the Poopreport.


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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
www.daphneszoo.com

Great comment! +1 point
Deja Poo (606) -- 05.14.2008

How, pray tell, AC, are "Condoms are more convenient"? Have you ever tried to shit in one of those things? Christ, it's tough enough to get Clark Kent into his Superman costume, but squeeze a turd of gargantuan proportions into one is impossible.
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Yo quiero Taco Bell.

prarie doggin (1546) -- 05.14.2008

DP, you have to get one of those sausage making attachments for your Kitchenaid.

The Shit Volcano (3646) -- 05.15.2008

Deja Poo is on a roll tonight. I haven't laughed this hard reading comments in days... Well, since the last time Bilge posted, anyway.

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Born right the first time.

Anonymous Coward (not verified) -- 05.19.2008

I just turned 18 in march, and i just found out about 2 weeks ago now that my girlfriend is pregnant, and is having an abortion this comeing wed. Since she told me I've stood by her like I thought i should, but i cant really look at her or talk to her anymore because i think its completely wrong, and am feeling forced to break up with her over it. help?

Logjam (2356) -- 05.19.2008

Have you talked with her about how you feel about the abortion? Or listened to her reasoning? If not, start there.

RectalTempest (3) -- 05.20.2008

Ahhh there is almost nothing better than leaving your smear test in the lab for someone else to stumble upon.

She_Poops (6) -- 06.25.2008

TIM HORTONS. Must be a local!

IPOOPEVERYDAY (1) -- 06.27.2008

i was the only child my dad actually witnessed being born... of 6... he's in prison.

that thing with the 14 year old girl was funny as hell. i almost shit MYSELF LOL

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