During a conversation with a friend whose sister just had a baby, the degrees of tearing came up. There was a student doctor on hand, who had to call in their senior because they didn't know what went where, to stitch it back up. That's how bad it looked.
According to an OBGYN friend, it could be like turning salsa into a whole tomato.
I have now officially been mentally scarred. And scared.
Why does being a woman have to be so intense and gross?
You hem me in -- behind and before;
you have laid your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.