(Recently, while experiencing morphine and an epidural for the first time during LeGrand's birth, I had a brief and vivid dream.)
I had been in the hospital bed for what felt like ages. Before the epidural there had been several instances of large amounts of my amniotic fluid coming out. I had been able to make my way to the bathroom earlier, but now I was stuck in the bed on a chux pad forced to endure the constant leakage. My obstetrician walked in and I pulled back my bedsheet to reveal a forest of mushrooms that had sprung out from my abdomen, thighs, and everywhere in between. Over night, the dampness and darkness had allowed them to grow - every size, shape, and color imaginable. I was a little embarrassed, a little concerned, and a lot intrigued!
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