The Fourth Trimester. Completely stretched to capacity in every sense. Your arms, mind, and heart are full. The pace starts out slow when you feel like time has stood still and you’re completely consumed by the stillness that it allows. Then life creeps back in and you emerge weeks later almost as if the sacred time was borrowed. It’s all a blur. Without a doubt the ultimate sacrifice. We should never downplay the enormity of it emotionally, physically, and mentally. Still bleeding, exhausted, overwhelmed, and getting to know the new little person who is relying on you for everything. It’s the fast pace that quickly becomes the new normal and makes you feel like you’re always on borrowed time the moment your hands are free. Rushing to hydrate, rushing to use the toilet, rushing to shower then picking up the baby half wet with no time for conditioner, rushing to say good night to the other children you have regrettably shooed away all day. Rushing to eat, half choking b...