Yes, I remember those days in which it seemed there was no boundary whatsoever between my body and my children's bodies, that we had all melded together into one fleshpile whose every inch was available for pinching or prodding or poking. It can really do a number on you! And moms often have it way worse than I did. In your case, add the specific irritant of one particularly private part of your body being the target of all this attention, and I can see why you feel like you're drowning.