The bathroom mirror showed me a woman I barely recognized.
I told myself that was okay.
I had just made a person.
My husband was less understanding.
The OB had been very specific at my follow-up that morning.
« No lifting heavier than the baby. No strenuous exercise for at least eight weeks. Your incision needs time to heal. »
« I understand, » I said.
Ryan sat beside me, nodding along.