I posted two earlier today. Here are two more taken a little while, I think, after Shmolee was born. My midwives came to look at Shmoles, prick his feet...my doula came ready to mother this mother and to just generally give care.
Despite her better instincts, I think that was the day I cooked a big feast and everyone ate on the deck right off my bedroom...except me.
Prettifying myself and cooking the meal was plenty, what with the sinking cervix and cramping uterus, passing giant blood clots feeling. After the examination, I just stayed in bed with Shmoles and watched everyone eat and have conversation.
It was a good day.