A week after the birth, I discovered something deeply offensive and quite tiring.
I was still in pain.
Not the dramatic, screaming, soul-leaving-the-body kind of pain from labor. No. This one was quieter. And it seemed Petty as if it was coming from a Personal place. It had relocated itself to my backside like it had signed a lease there and intended to stay long term.
Which made absolutely no sense, Because i had very clearly, very magically, given birth through a temporary, government or Ian -issued vagina that had since packed up and vanished like it was never there. Yet somehow, the moment it disappeared, every ache and sting transferred directly to my ass as if my body had said, well, we need somewhere to store this suffering.
So now I couldn't sit properly.
I couldn't lie down properly.
And most importantly, I could not have sex.
