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My brain
It's coming back. I've had creative impulses. I want to read again. I've actually remembered stuff and had the occasional graduate level thought. IT FEELS SO GOOD.
But of course, I still have some holes in my brain. Sometimes I am flabbergasted at what I no longer know.
Today was a slight triumph for Adult Self. Bennett stayed home for 5 hours with a friend while I went to work and had meetings and phone calls and Did Stuff, all without having to worry about flashing my boobs (mostly - I am grateful no one needed the bathroom while I was pumping), or crying fits or drool or spit up or naps.
Better yet, when I came home it was clear that he was well loved and cared for and having a great time.
This bodes well, although I know my mental health is not out of the woods yet.
But of course, I still have some holes in my brain. Sometimes I am flabbergasted at what I no longer know.
Today was a slight triumph for Adult Self. Bennett stayed home for 5 hours with a friend while I went to work and had meetings and phone calls and Did Stuff, all without having to worry about flashing my boobs (mostly - I am grateful no one needed the bathroom while I was pumping), or crying fits or drool or spit up or naps.
Better yet, when I came home it was clear that he was well loved and cared for and having a great time.
This bodes well, although I know my mental health is not out of the woods yet.