Tiffany's Ultimate Prize Pt. 03

After a short nap, I was awakened by a couple of nurses in their crisp white uniforms. Okay, Mommy, time to get up for a sitz bath. You will feel much better afterward. Now, we will help you into the wheelchair."

After a great deal of pain, they maneuvered me into a wheelchair. As I roll down the hall, I ask, "What is a sitz bath?" Dear, you had an Episiotomy, which means they cut you to deliver your baby, and this will help clean you up. I will be as gentle as I can.

We entered a room that had several strange-looking toilets. Slide over and straddle the Bidet, Honey." She started the warm water flowing from some nozzles underneath me. It did feel good until she sponged me off down below. She apologized many times. She washed the rest of me except my breasts, which were hot and tight.

I talked with your mother, and she said that you were bottle feeding, so I am going to bind your breasts tightly with an Ace bandage now to help dry you up.

I was given a clean gown, and they put a huge Kotex sanitary napkin between my legs, which hurt. They delivered me to a freshly made bed. When she left with the wheelchair, it snagged the curtain between my bed and the next bed, pulling it open by a few feet. This went unnoticed by the nurse.

"Hello, dear. I am Emily, and I will be going home tomorrow. My son is named Michale, and he is my third and hopefully last child. You are so young; I imagine it is your first. It's almost feeding time for the babies, and I can't wait much longer...

She was a chatterbox. Nosy as hell, but she did cheer me up.

They brought the babies in and passed them out along with the pre-warmed bottles.

Catherine was crying but took the bottle and settled in.

I glanced over and saw that Emily was naked from the waist up. Her huge breasts had massive areola and nipples. Michael was latched onto the right one, and Mom was stroking his wispy hair and whispering to him. Suddenly, her left breast, the one on my side, started dripping, slowly at first, then more rapidly. "Oh, gosh," she said while putting a diaper under it. That jiggling caused three or four streams to start arching out, which she quickly covered up.

Lunch was served, and I realized just how hungry I was. Afterward, Emily and I chatted about various topics. She related to me that she breastfed all three until they self-weaned; she was a copious producer, pumped and donated milk to problem babies after her kids were satisfied.

I laughed. "I said I have B's. There is no way I could ever produce that much milk. She laughed, "That is one area where size doesn't matter, dear." I find it very pleasurable to nourish others."

My mother visited in the afternoon, as did Emily's husband. He ensured that the curtain was closed entirely. There was a lot of whispering and giggling coming from them, but I was also listening to my mother.

"Well, the good news is that Lenny signed up for the Navy; he got a six-week deferred entry due to the circumstances here. We have a stack of insurance paperwork for you to sign, and he is having 50 percent of his pay sent directly to you. Even though this hospital bill is not covered, any expenses incurred after he is inducted will be.

I stopped by the nursery to see Catherine, and I'm eager to hold her. She is so beautiful, Tiffany.

I heard Emily say, "That's enough, mister." Rather sharply. The intercom then loudly announced that visiting hours were over until the next day.

They medicated my poor-cut vagina, gave me some pain pills, and I took a nap. When I awoke, Emily was sitting on the edge of her bed. She had opened the curtain wide between our beds.

Your mom seems pretty domineering, Tiffany.

Yes, but the circumstances are not the best, so I have no choice.

"Living with your parents."

"Yes."

Did your husband have to join the military?

"Yes"

"Are you working?"

I laughed, "As a carhop when I'm not pregnant."

"Can you type?"

Yes, that was my best class, at 40-45 words per minute.

She got up and handed me a buissines card; it read Emily Owens

Supervisor, Secretarial Pool, John Handcock Insurance Co.

Call me after your six-week check-up, and we'll work something out, Tiffany.

I started crying again for no apparent reason. She came over and comforted me.

I'm sorry, I don't know why that happened. I blubbered through a snotty nose.

"Hormones, dear, just hormones. I am privy to some news that they are working on a pill that you take once a day that will prevent pregnancy. Imagine how free women will be, no more diaphragms or rubbers, just a simple pill".

Home.

I was never so glad to be back in my bed. Mom kept Catherine so much that she practically kidnapped her. She taught me all the parenting skills I needed to learn, including baths, diapering, and feeding.

The walls speak to me.

It was two A. M. Catherine was up and crying loudly. She was in a bassinet in the room with my parents. I got up to warm the bottle. As I approached their room, I heard an argument.

"Woman, that is not your child. I need a night's sleep. She spread her legs, made her bed, and now let her deal with it. I have a stack of bills this fuckin' high, a lawyer that wants a retainer for the divorce when he gets out..."

Listen here, mister. Some day, she will do the math. Fool, you and I cannot, I repeat, cannot be hypocrites. You wanted me to spread my legs that night just as much. If I had not had those two miscarriages, we would be a family of five. At least she tried to..."

I went in and handed her Catherine's bottle as if I had not heard a thing.

I did the math and found a six-month discrepancy.

Catherine was meeting all her targets and was a healthy baby.

Five weeks in.

Mother called me into her bedroom as Catherin was napping.

I called the doctor's office today and arranged for you to get fitted with a diaphragm, just as I used to use. Dr. Walsh said you will be seeing Dr. Shields for the fitting.

She opened her lingerie drawer and picked up the white plastic case beside her panties. Then she opened it and extracted a tan rubber bubble. You are married now so that you can get one. When you have sex again, be sure to use it."

Sex was so far from my mind that I almost laughed out loud.

I won't lie. I held Cathrine to my bare chest tight one time, and she took my nipple for a few seconds.

The fitting

The morning of my appointment, I spent extra time in the tub. I was itchy as hell with my pubic hair now ar a coarse, short stubble.

Dr. Shields was a beautiful woman. Her clothes and jewels were appropriate, and her auburn hair was softly curled. She greeted me warmly and with a firm handshake. I addressed her as Dr. Shields, and she said Sheila was fine with her.

I loved her immediately as she kicked Mom out of the exam room and told her to wait in the waiting room.

She asked if I had any sign of a period and then asked why I wanted to be fitted with a diaphragm. "This thing will kill any spontaneity in your sex life, Tiffany. You must plan for each act and then mess with removal and cleaning. You must also be comfortable with touching yourself internally to check its position. In my opinion, they are nothing but a holdover from the Dark Ages, but if I cannot dissuade you, then I'll do my best to accommodate you. Keep in mind that not every woman can use one, Tiffany. We will start with a quick check of your breasts and then a normal pelvic exam. I think we can forgo the Pap smear, and Then I'll fit you."

I was thrilled that we were alone, and with no nurse present, it made the experience even more exciting for me.

I lay back on the table and closed my eyes. I let her open my gown and felt her fingers move over and around my breasts gently. She lightly tweaked my nipples in her fingers. It turned me on instantly.

Have you dried up completely?

"Yes, Dr."

She positioned my feet in the stirrups and let down the lower end of the table. She seated herself between my legs, and she raised my gown; I heard a glove snap on. She spread my labia and pushed the hood off of my clitoris, and then she entered me. I took a deep breath, more to keep from moaning than anything else.

She was manipulating my uterus and cervix when she started asking me if I had any difficulties during sexual relations. I looked at her and said, "No." She flashed a beautiful smile and said, "Just checking to make sure everything is working right." I think you're a good candidate for the diaphragm." As she sat back down, she informed me that the speculum exam would be next. It was pleasantly warm, and she handled it with great care. Then she asked if I had ever touched my cervix, and I told her, "No."

She elevated the back of the table until I was almost sitting. Sheila told me to feel the tip of my nose with my middle finger. I did, and she told me that my cervix felt like that. She pulled a plastic model of a pelvis out of a cabinet along with a white box. She fingered the model with her gloved hand as she showed me the landmarks that I had to find. Watching that was interesting. I first had to find my pubic bone, and then deeper in, I had to feel my cervix. It was on the top wall of my vagina, she said. She told me to go ahead and try it.

I fingered my vagina as she watched me. I pretended to be unsure of what I was feeling, and she corrected my hand position. Then I told her that I was touching my cervix.

Then she said, "My turn," and smiled. She reinserted her fingers into me and, this time, held them up, matching the diaphragm to how she held her fingers.

She lubricated it with KY jelly and, after spreading my labia, inserted it into me. I felt her fingers probing around, and apparently, she was not satisfied because she removed it and selected another one. This time, she probed and pressed, probed, pressed, and was happy with the fit. Then, she retrieved a diaphragm from a pink case in the cabinet. Sheila demonstrated how much jelly to apply and how to hold the dome as she pinched the rim together and inserted it into her model. Then she tucked the front rim behind the pubic bone and fingered the cervix through the latex dome. She demonstrated how to remove it with a hooked finger.

"Now," she told me, "Feel your cervix again and then remove it." I did, but I wasn't prepared for the sudden spring action. And it promptly flew out of my hand. Sheila made a quick grab and caught it. She started laughing, "I told you these things were medieval inventions, didn't I?"

I laughed with her.

As we calmed down, she told me to insert it and provided guidance. It was invented in the Netherlands and further developed in Germany about a hundred years ago. Now, let me check you." Once again, she had her fingers in me. She was happy and told me to practice for twenty minutes while she saw another patient. Oh God! She brushed my clit with her gloved finger! Was it an accident? She looked me long and hard in the eyes, and I felt my heart rate increase. I swallowed hard and said, "Ok."

She told me to get dressed and that the receptionist would have my prescription. She told me to come back in two weeks with it in place so she could recheck it. Then she handed me a sheet with do's and don'ts on the care and use of my diaphragm. "You are good to have sex again, Tiffany."

We went to Mr. Polinski's pharmacy and picked it up. It was not without some head-shaking as if he knew my secret sin.

Mom had arranged for me to stay in a motel room the night before Lenny's reporting date. I carefully inserted my diaphragm with jelly. When I arrived, he wanted nothing to do with Catherine or me on our final meeting before he shipped out. We sat there in the hotel, not saying a word. He slept fully dressed, his back to me. I cried while hugging Cathrine.

His father picked him up in the morning, and all he said was, "See Ya."