After childbirth, both your mental state and your rear end are prone to snapping

Less than a month after giving birth, I got hemorrhoids for the first time in my life.

Less than a month and a half after giving birth, I got hemorrhoids for the second time in my life.

Before reaching two months postpartum, I became unable to push with all my might in the bathroom.

Every time I go to the bathroom, I mutter, "Ugh, I think I tore a little." My husband smiles slightly while wearing a worried expression.

I knew that postpartum hormones could make you mentally prone to snapping, but I didn't know my rear end would be so prone to snapping too.

My mother says, "Since you're breastfeeding, you're running low on fluids. Being a woman is really tough, isn't it?" So that's what it is. She told me, "Eat soup with every meal," so my husband, who is on paternity leave, makes me miso soup. When I'm too busy taking care of the baby to do that (which is most of the time), he makes me a drink using peptide dashi—a versatile stock that is highly nutritious, easily absorbed, and quick to prepare—dissolved in hot water.

▽ Peptide Dashi
It's processed so that the whole fish is dissolved and can be absorbed by the small intestine, so nutrients reach every corner of your cells without putting a burden on your digestion. You can use it normally as a soup stock, or sprinkle it on pasta or stir-fried vegetables; it has many uses.

When I first tore my rear end after childbirth, I asked my husband right away, "Hey, hey, if your rear end tears, is that called an 'anal fissure'?" He laughed and said, "Huh?! I don't know! Why are you asking me as if I've had an anal fissure before!" I mean, he's 11 years older than me... and he has a lot of experience... Mumble, mumble... I thought everyone had experienced it at least once, but I guess that's not the case...
I searched on the internet later and found out that a state where the skin of the anus is torn is indeed called an "anal fissure," so I taught my husband that too.

Recently, it's become normal for it to tear a little, so every time I come out of the bathroom, I report to my husband, "It tore..." or "Oh no, I'm on the verge of tearing again..." At first, he looked worried, but now he's started saying, "Are you okay? That's tough... make sure to apply the medicine..." while trying to hold back laughter (though he still looks worried, just in case). It's cute.

By the way, people who suffer from hemorrhoids are called "jishunushi" (hemorrhoid owners) in Japanese.
...Seriously, what are we even talking about?

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