After the babies were born, we were both rolled into the same recovery room. We both lay there, half way delusional from the medley of the painkillers we had been given. Our husbands both sat in the room with us, laughing and talking about this crazy occurrence. “Don’t make me laugh,” Anita warned. “You do and we will split open,” I cautioned. But that didn’t stop them. Both Anita and I held our stomachs together and screamed through a fit of tears and laughter, “Stop it! Stop it!”
to never do it again.