The few days after birth are a blur. You're left with what feels like a wreckage of your body, unable to sit right, starving, wondering if you'll ever have sex ever again as you squirt your very tender vagina with a peri bottle. Everything leaks, your nipples, your vagina and always, your eyes. A storm of hormones renders you most days misty eyed at - simultaneously - how you got so lucky, and how is this so damn hard? Everything shifts. Your focus is now on this little being. Going to the bathroom isn't like it used to be, nothing is how it used to be.