Trixie enters her bedroom, after her bath, and finds Patsy sitting on the floor, in front of her bed. She tilts her head, and tosses her dirty clothes onto a chair. She moves towards Patsy's side of the room, and finds Solomon lying on Patsy's bed.

"Pats, what are you doing on the floor?"

She sighs in frustration. "I dropped his blanket on the floor, and when I bent down to pick it up I couldn't get back up."

"What do you mean?"

"I felt light headed. I just took a seat on the floor. I didn't want to fall on the ground, with him lying on the bed."

"I would be glad to give you a hand."

Patsy nods reluctantly. Trixie extends a hand, and Patsy rises to her feet. She slowly turns, and takes a seat on the bed. Without a word Trixie scoops Solomon up. She plants a kiss on his forehead.

"Solomon I am going to put you in your bassinet for a few moments, okay?"

She carefully situates the chunky baby inside his bassinet. She walks back around the end of Patsy's bed. She takes a seat next to her.

"How long have you been feeling light headed?"

Patsy shrugs, "I don't know."

"How much have you had to drink today?"

"I don't know," she shrugs.

"Have you still been having a large amount of clotting?"

"Trixie I am fine."

"I have heard this speech before, and I am not buying it," she vacates her seat.

"I…"

Trixie cuts her off, "I am ignoring your objections. I am going to examine you."

"Trixie that is not necessary. I can assess…"

"Lie back, or I will call in reinforcements to restrain you," she responds sternly.

"I will be a willing patient," Patsy relents, as she slowly shifts positions.

Trixie carefully palpates her fundus. She notices Patsy wince as she performs her assessment.

"Your uterine involution is a little slower than I would expect. It is possible that it is due to the traumatic birth, or simply because of his size. I think we should keep a close eye. It would be a serious complication."

"Trixie, you're not telling me anything that I don't know."

"How are your sutures?"

"They are still intact," Patsy insists.

"Are you still having a large volume of blood loss?"

"It appears to be decreasing."

Trixie squints, "Are you just telling me what I want to hear?"

"I am sure that I probably just need to increase my fluid intake."

"I noticed that the bottles, and powered milk remain in the kitchen, and haven't been touched since your return from hospital."

"That is correct."

"Which leads me to believe that it is highly possible that you are dehydrated. You have to take care of yourself."

"I know."

"Is feeding going alright?"

"He seemingly eats fifteen times a day. He seems to have a real knack for it," she jokes.

"What about on your end?"

"Everything is going as is expected."

"Any pain, or tenderness?"

"No."

"Patsy you look a little flushed, are you feeling warm?"

"I am not."

"I am going to go fetch a thermometer."

"That is not necessary," Patsy argues.

"You said you were going to be a willing participant," Trixie reminds her as she disappears from the room. When Trixie returns Phyllis is at her side.

"Look who I happened to find wandering the hall," Trixie explains.

"You found her in the hallway? I suspect you found her in her room."

"That is really neither here, or there."

"Under your tongue," Phyllis instructs as she hands Patsy the thermometer.

Patsy obliges, much to her dismay. They wait as the mercury thermometer climbs. Patsy tries to look at Solomon out of her periphery. Phyllis follows her glance.

"He appears content. He is over here snacking on his fingers."

Patsy taps her naked wrist.

Phyllis glances down at her own watch, "It's eight thirty."

Trixie slips the thermometer out of Patsy's mouth.

"It's time for him to eat," Patsy informs them.

"Speaking of eating, what did you have to eat today?"

"You saw me at dinner," Patsy reminds her.

"What about lunch?" Phyllis continues.

"I do not recall," Patsy admits.

"Patsy, I think that we need to take a look at your sutures," Trixie informs her.

"I don't think that is entirely necessary."

"Your temperature was thirty nine degrees Celsius," Trixie informs her.

Phyllis pinches the skin near her clavicle. "You are dehydrated as well."

"I am going to go downstairs, and phone doctor Turner," Trixie adds.

Trixie soon leaves the room. Phyllis scoops Solomon up, out of his basinet.

"I think it best, if you take the night off," Nurse Crane suggests.

"I can take care of him."

"Love, I have no doubt that you are fully capable to caring for him. I just think it prudent that you let me see to him. Tonight you worry about taking care of yourself, just this once."

"It is hard for me to get down the stairs…" she trails off.

"I can tell that you are still in great deal of pain. It is not a sign of weakness to ask for help."

"I…" she grows misty eyed, "It is my job to take care of him. Mine, and mine alone."

"Patsy if you don't allow anyone to help you in the end you grow exhausted, and resentful. Or, quite frankly, even worse," she shudders.

"Everyone has already helped me so much."

"Cut yourself some slack. He isn't even a week old yet. You are still healing. You haven't even gotten your sutures out yet. You are going to need some help."

"Asking for, and accepting help is certainly not one of my strong suits."

"That is why we are here."

"I…"

"You are going to need help, and that is okay. Think about it this way, a child can never have too much love."

"I know that."

"You know I was raised by a single mother."

"Yes," she nods in confirmation.

"And she ran herself ragged trying to take care of me. What I wanted most was just to spend time with her. At night when she would come home she was so tired she just wanted to go to bed. I saw myself as an inconvenience. I felt like a burden. It is okay to have help. It is okay to go out, and enjoy yourself once in a while. It is healthy. You will be a better mother to him if you take care of yourself, and are realistic about your limits."

"I have absolutely no idea what I am doing."

"You have everything that you need to take care of him. Trust your instincts."

"What if that is not enough? What if my love is not enough?"

"Love… it surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be."