Apart from that, motherhood is a breeze. Day four My husband finally insists on taking a look at my parts. I am sure he'll never want me again, but right now couldn't care less. I know he is lying because when I move I can feel the wind whistling up there and things flapping. Also, the midwife told me she put in purple stitches.
Love is a wonderful thing.
Week two Still incontinent. Breastfeeding is hell. My nipples are cracked. I am variously engorged and completely milk-free. And I now have a suspicious red, painful lump on one breast.