If life had gone as planned, I'd have a two week-old newborn ... or thereabouts. Instead, I'm seven weeks postpartum. Milestones that would have been pass quietly.
It's amazing how resilient the human body can be and, at the same time, how much of a slave our bodies are to our own mind. At first, I could hardly breathe. My mind would wander to images of tiny feet and toes that would never be used to walk. It would imagine the first-day-of-schools that would never come. The breath would flow out of my lungs and fight to return. The mind is truly a powerful creature and can makes slaves of us all.
Now those breathless moments come a bit less frequently, but they're still a constant companion -- there, just waiting in the wings to once again make me a slave.
