There's a first time for... everything

Afterbirth struggles

Birth was hard, so was pregnancy, but afterbirth was so much harder for me. I was in pain, my stitches had come out, the doctors wouldnt restitch incase of infection. I felt mutilated, I felt dirty, I felt like I wouldn't ever heal! But all that mattered was my little family.

We were looking for a house, there was one we knew of but we were waiting for the other tenant to move out. It was hard on both me and L, learning how to be parents, learning how to live with no privacy in my parents house, we were so use to having our own space, we argued quite a lot, he cleaned up loads and I looked after our precious girl, the only time we'd get together was in the night when everyone was asleep, we could finally watch a movie together.

It was almost a month since giving birth and I still hadn't healed, I was going to the hospital for regular checkups, trying to get out as much as I could, even though it was hard we managed as best as we could, we went shopping, looking for houses, to see L's family. Then November 19th came along...