Day 8 was the worst. I felt awful and it's indescribable. A friend of mine who survived breast cancer said she described it as a bad flu, but even that doesn't cover it. I was exhausted and more. I felt like I was in a fog, that I was going to faint even when lying down and even a bit sick but not queasy. See what I mean? I can't really explain. But basically, it's horrible. Both girls were home, and even with DH working at home to help, it was still very difficult.
Day 9 I could feel I was starting to come out of it, but I still felt pretty rubbish. I was home with DD1 all day and she kept me company and was lovely, so it was a nice day even though I felt so bad. By the evening, I had enough energy to go to a friend's house to get the girls' hair cut - majorly overdue and urgent with school just about to start again! Had a terrible night's sleep though. The hot flushes really don't help.