There have been times in my life when I thought I was really tired, from pulling all-nighters in school or working on houses, but I have to say I had no idea how tired you could get until I started working as a doula. The combination of physical and mental draining is intense.
I had a long, tough birth today, starting from about 10pm last night and getting home around 6pm today. I think I maybe got 45 minutes of catnapping in during that 20 hour day, so I was pretty wrecked. As I usually do, I crawled into a bath and drank some bourbon while I let my head unwind. Ever get so tired you can't go to sleep, you know you're hungry but you're too far gone to figure out the problem of food, etc? Then you start trying to beep the lock on the house open with your car keys, and almost cry when it doesn't work? Yeah.
The last few hours since I got home have been a daze. I'm thinking about crawling into bath #2 and starting over. I get to go back and visit the mama and her baby girl in a couple of days, so maybe I'll get some cute pictures then.