I was thinking about this because my sister's having a baby. I remember the first few weeks after my first was born. We were having a hard time. We were immersed in the turmoil of new-babyness, feeling more like sinking than treading water. She was having trouble nursing, I was coming to terms with having a birth that didn't go the way I wanted it to, along with worries about the baby's weight gain and hip displasia, on top of the normal not knowing what the heck we were doing, having no where to turn for advice and lack of sleep. It was overwhelming to say the least. And looking back, I'm sure we knew we'd get through it, but it sure didn't feel like it at the time. What a huge lesson in perspective that whole thing was. Of course, we'd be just fine, but it was hard to see past the moment you were directly in just trying to cope with it all. That's perspective.
Lest my sister see this and worry about what her first few days will be like, I have to say she has a lot more going for her than we did - a midwife, for starters, who will be there for her every step of the way. And our second baby wasn't nearly as dramatic. She slid into the fabric of our daily lives like it was meant to be. And that's perspective. Looking from a distance and seeing how this moment fits within the context of a long string of moments that make up your story.
Somehow I managed to forget to get a pic. of the last treasury... Ummmm... oops.