Birth Story
So I thought I'd type this up before it's all completely hazy in my mind.
It's a two-parter; Morgan's birth, and then the dramas of his first week.
( It's long, even in two parts )
It's a two-parter; Morgan's birth, and then the dramas of his first week.
( It's long, even in two parts )
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*goes on to read part II*
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It's the recovery period, where I am now, that I was so desperate to avoid - I'm on regular panadol tablets 24/7 and wearing a piece of medical elastic bandage around my lower stomach that I only take off for showers, because without it the muscles in my lower stomach are constantly emitting a low-level, burning pain like a muscular tear.
I'm exhausted not only from breastfeeding (which makes me feel a bit like I've just run a marathon in tiredness levels, without the muscle cramps) and lack of decent sleep, but also recovering from major surgery. Apparently this goes on for weeks. I'm so glad (not to mention so very lucky) that the wicked fairy is off work, and the wonderful person that he is - he makes the unmanageable (to me) trek up and down the stairs from the living area to the laundry each day, and he makes sure there's food for me to eat.
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