I guess the hormones kicked in, or maybe it was the sharp contrast of going from that amount of pain to none at all, but I was totally high. Like, ten lines of cocaine high. HIGH. And that feeling was so strong and lasted so long that for two days straight all I did was stare at that baby and fall madly, deeply, ferociously in love.Oh yeah. I know exactly how that feels. I didn't sleep the night after my Bub was born. I literally couldn't. All I could do was stare at him. Ferociously in love is exactly how it felt (and still feels). I can't wait to do it again.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Dooce finally posted her birth story yesterday, as her billions of readers are already aware. (Sorry, I only started reading her blog when she wrote her first labor story installment. I'm behind the times.) In typical Dooce fashion, it is full of witty sarcasm and oozing expletives. But, of course, hilarious! My favorite part: