New Beginnings

We walked through the apartment, introducing B to her new home.

“This is where we sleep,” I said, walking into our bedroom.

“This is where we cook together,” I said, walking into the kitchen.

“This is where we live,” I said, walking into the living room.

I sat down with her on the couch. My husband, D, sat in the chair beside us. He and I looked at each other from a place beyond words. Wow, we were thinking. And, How could they just let us go home with a new baby when we don’t know what we’re doing?

We had a few weeks together–literally, three–before D had to go back to work. The first day that I heard the door close and lock behind him, I turned to face B.

Wow, I thought. And, How could he just leave me alone with this baby when I don’t know what I’m doing? 

Looking back, the hours and days blur. You know the cliches: diapers, feedings, baby naps. I kept a log for months, charting when she woke, ate, needed to be changed. I would tell my husband all about our day when he would come home.

She was born in spring, so we went on walks in the sunshine. We’d walk again after D came home, stopping to smell flowers, talking about this new beginning.

I had wonderful, beautiful days with her. And I had dark, frustrating days with her. I did that thing a couple times where I hid in the bathroom to cry for a bit.

In other, immeasurable ways, I was having a hard time. I was worried constantly. I was worried about normal, adaptive things, the way that mothers forever have worried in order to keep their child alive. And I worried about irrational, phobic things, things that were damaging, things that were taking me away from beautiful days with her.

I got through it. Or, I’m getting through it every day.

I have worked hard to get to where I am, and I know it’s not over yet. This blog will chart my journey, as well as celebrate what I’ve learned along the way.

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