Third day blues - fact or fiction?

However, day three arrived, and so did the tears. Rationally, I knew that I was teary because my hormones were all over the shop - this also meant that my milk was probably coming in some time soon. But I still couldn't stop crying - for pretty much no reason.
I looked a mess and visitors were arriving. So the prospect of hordes, no milk yet, a jaundiced little girl and looking a mess all added to it.
Thankfully, the all-knowing midwives, again, came to the rescue. "Have you had any alcohol yet?" asked one. I hadn't, so we quickly grabbed one of the complimentary piccolo champagnes we'd been stashing away over the past few days, and cracked it. One glass of champagne, combined with a few choccies and 20 minutes later I was all smiles, ready to greet the world!
What's more, wine tasted good for the first time in 8 months! Yay!
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