DP pushed me out to the car in a wheel chair, I was carrying DS. That was 3 days after a CS. I was an emotional wreck and doubt I could have made it to the car walking. It probably would have taken me an hour if I had tried LOL.

It was the strangest feeling, hard to describe. DP had been running around back and forth putting our stuff in the car. The cleaners were whizzing around me getting the room ready for the next person. I was bawling my eyes out cos the blues had hit and I was still coming to terms with everything. I looked a treat!

Venturing out into the big wide world again after being cooped up was so nice though. I hadn't seen sunshine or fresh air the whole time.