Sucking gas 17 March 2005 1 November 2019 As It Happens They ask me where Daddy is – I tell them that he should be there soon, we only live 20 odd mins away. Pain is bad now, and I am sucking on the gas like there is no tomorrow. I ask for an epidural – I can’t cope with this pain. Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr More Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Author: Kendra Busy mum to kids, parrots, dogs, ants and a cat. Full time student, aiming for BDT. View all posts by Kendra → Previous PostLabour Next PostGive me gas!