48 hours
I was completely exhausted. I had never experienced so much change, so fast, so soon. I did not know what to do, how to react to it all. I was frazzled, perplexed, weary. I was increasingly feeling smaller and smaller, less and less capable. I was mad at myself for not being more 'prepared' for this. I looked at the source of my exhaustion - he had turned my world literally upside down overnight. Such a tiny thing. So much power over me. "He" was my 2 day old baby. I had been a mother for 48 hours. I vaguely remember the highs and lows of the pregnancy. It seemed like a decade ago that I was in the delivery room. I already miss the effects of the epidural - which allowed me to sleep and rest before the final push. But all of those things seem like just flashes from long ago now. All I knew was what I was feeling right here, right now -- physical pain post delivery and physical and emotional exhaustion fro...