
One of the MANY MANY THINGS they don’t tell you about what happens after you give birth, other than the fact that you won’t poop for ten years and this will cause some stress, is that your hormones CRASH HARD, and at least for me I feel like I’m floating, sailing through the waters of my own intestines, I feel ACTUALLY HIGH. And every feeling weighs massively on my heart. And this second time around, now that my heart also contains Joe, this crash is bigger and harder. I think I did this list after I had Joe too, so here’s another, a short list of select reasons I’ve cried in the past 5 days:
Because I feel like I’m doing it wrong
Because of Joe’s nose
Because I threw away the old pad Thai I didn’t know Morrison wanted to eat
Because Yesterday
Because I put her pinkie finger next to mine
Because of belly buttons
Because I’m my mother’s daughter, and now I have a daughter, and she might one day have a daughter
Because plans, and control, or lackthereof
Because nipples
Because Him, and Her, and that there’s now two, and there used to be One
Because how we used to do the bath after dinner, and I would get the towel or Morrison would get the towel, and it all made an easy sense, there was always one person to love him and one person to heat up more chicken nuggets
Because pain
Because Red Trucks
Because Cadbury Eggs