Get Up

I told her—the nurse with the purple headband and the sparkly eyes—that she was nutty.

I. Was. Not. Getting. Up.

Our fourth child was less than 12 hours old, and I was quite content to stay horizontal in the hospital bed. After enduring my first C-section, I was finally settled into my room with the baby nestled to my breast. I wanted to rest. But that dang nurse had other plans for me. God bless her, she had no idea how charming I could be—especially with Percocet pulsating through my veins.

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