tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396706619066432461.post431519858292485207..comments2022-11-25T06:07:53.243-05:00Comments on Pancakes for Breakfast: A C-Section StoryLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10837608319266747072noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396706619066432461.post-19190587791558174102008-10-02T21:57:00.000-04:002008-10-02T21:57:00.000-04:00This post makes me strangely envious. It concerns...This post makes me strangely envious. It concerns an entire set of emotions and thought processes that, as a man, I'll never be able to experience. Not even vicariously, for I will never breed. You [2nd person plural indefinate, referring to your gender, English is not my native language] have such incredible strength in the face of an experience your brain views as similiar to death (the pineal gland releases DMT only during Birth, Death, and Childbirth) I stand in awe.<BR/><BR/>Some unsolicited encouragement: growing up in a funeral home I helped bury 9 mothers who didn't survive undetected breech deliveries, 3 of their children too, (The poor husbands & fathers, I still cry about them sometimes. To lose both, wow!) and a whole host of stillborn and miscarried young ones. In 25 years I have never helped bury either person involved in a C-section. <BR/><BR/>You have beautiful children. I simply stumbled upon this blog and will probably never see it again, but I wanted to let you know I respect and admire you in this moment.<BR/><BR/>Sending Good Thoughts,<BR/>Rabo KarabekianRabo Karabekianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16429538468187141607noreply@blogger.com