It has been four weeks since I gave birth!
That’s like a month! How is that even possible? (I know. I know. I’m going to be saying that at kindergarten graduation, high school, college and then at her wedding. But still. A month!)
I’ve been trying to figure out a way to say this but it’s almost too hard to put into words.
But I’ll try anyway.
Yesterday we had a cold morning. We’d left our windows open overnight and the inside temp when we got up was in the lower 60s. So I pulled out some long pajama bottoms to put on before I made breakfast and I slipped into my warmer slippers and I suddenly flashed back to a moment or moments when I wore that “outfit” for days on end. I remembered something that I didn’t even have to try to forget.
I suddenly had that same feeling of wretchedness, of nausea, of dizziness, of dread, of wanting food and wanting nothing to do with food at the same time, that I had from the end of December to April.
How is it that one can feel that bad for months, day after day, week after week, losing several pounds a week, feeling weak and dizzy and then in a moment, it fades to the back.
How is it that nine months feels like two years and one month feels like a day?
How is it so easy to forget?
I guess it’s as many people have said.
The world would not be peopled if it were not so.