Emmett Michael arrived Thursday morning, July 8th at 9:05am. It was a very long, hard labor. I am still piecing together his birth story through the fog of my memory. I will post it soon.
Anyway, I'm a physically wrecked. I never anticipated my body would feel quite this bad. Every muscle in my body feels like it's "pulled". I'm not really standing up too straight right now either.
Today, I put Emmett in the stroller and shuffled one time around the block. It's unreal how slow I am moving...my feet just barely scraping along the sidewalk. It took a lot of effort just to move forward. I felt like I had to get out there to prove that I am still alive. I was spent by the time I made it back to the house. I think it's going to be a long slow road to recovery.