A week of motherhood had totally drained me. People try to warn you. They try to tell you to sleep when the baby sleeps. They tell you to enjoy the time while they're small. I was doing neither.
When the baby was sleeping during the day, I would do housework. Daniel was a huge help with the housework, so there wasn't a lot to do. I was taking it very easy, I was still sore, but getting up and getting around the house seemed to have me feeling a little better each day. I'd had no problems with my incision and other than being sore, felt physically back to normal.
When the baby slept at night, I stayed awake watching her. Part of me stayed awake because I was terrified something might happen to her. I would watch her breathe, spend hours awake watching her belly rise and fall to make s
