I can’t bear to compare what I’m feeling now to the few days after my first son was born. It seems indecent. But there is a similarity in the sheer body exhaustion. I just don’t remember crying as much. And of course, there's no baby as a reward. Plus, I knew then that every day would get easier, and the fatigue would lift, but I now have no idea what I’m facing. It’s hard to imagine I’ll feel this tired, maybe way more tired, for the next six months.