This week I've dealt with the emotional and physical challenges that come from sleep deprivation, caring for a tiny newborn, pain while nursing, the physiological pendulum swing of hormones that accompanies the shift from pregnancy to nursing, and the continued challenges of anemia and wound healing following our wild birth.
I've been weepy and then euphoric, irritated and then blissed-out. I'm fairly certain it's just the baby blues, but we're taking note of everything and discussing it with my midwives (btw, on a health update, we did learn yesterday that, in addition to Huxley's awesome weight gain, my blood pressure has gone way down-yeah! on the path towards being preeclampsia-free!!!-and my liver count is climbing steadily upwards!).
Hubs, in his eternal patience, wisdom, and love, gifted me with the above card/art piece yesterday. It couldn't have come at a better time. He is, at this very moment, mounting it onto a piece of weathered metal so that I can gaze contemplatively at it whenever I find myself needing a boost.
Spouses like mine are more than just life partners, they're true friends. Thanks, sweets.