When we brought my daughter home from the hospital 9 yrs ago, my husband really jumped in and took great care of us as we recovered from a long labor and birth. Bless his heart, he did his very best. Sometimes he overdid it though. I was having some trouble with "getting the plumbing" started again so after we'd been home for two days, he brought me a bottle of prune juice. In addition, he gave me some Correctol to go with it. Not being quite "with it" and desperate for some relief, I took what he gave me without hesitation and went back to bed. Unfortunately, he did not take the time to read the label. One pill was all I needed. He gave me 3. That afternoon he decided to venture out to our friends house across the street to share with them the baby news. Of course, this is when allll that prune juice and those pills kicked in. I will always remember standing at the window, screaming for my husband as loud as I could (unsuccessfully btw), while holding a hungry, crying newborn at arms length, and poo literally flying everywhere.
It was 3 days before I could venture out of the house without fear.

It's funny NOW. ;)