It's taken me almost 2 full days to recover from my four 12 hour shifts and I've come to the conclusion, that although they were extremely stressful and mentally exhausting a lot of the problem is that I need to lose weight and I need to get a lot fitter.
Yesterday was lovely, I came off nightshift and went to pick M up for my Mums and took her to school. I came home, had a shower and climbed exhausted into bed. While I was sleeping Drew my wonderful BF let himself into the house very quietly and made a lovely big pot of chilli for dinner before snuggling in beside me :o) It was so nice to spend some quality time with both him and Maia last night and made me realise just how much I take them for granted.
I had a really lovely delivery on my nightshift which was reassuring and made me realise that I do still want to be a midwife I just wish there wasn't so much medical intervention.
This was a picture taken after my first ever delivery and I need to remember not to lose sight of the way it made me feel.