As soon as we opened the door, she became the most fragile thing in our home.
When you truly accept anything as a possibility then everything is perfect.
This wasn’t home and no other parents were doing it. That’s what makes it “embarrassing.”
What followed was a barrage of sad heart emojis mixed with the occasional, “Stay Strong, Mama”.
There are some days when I am in awe of his nerve.
I spent years in the babyhood trenches. I have the scars, words, and formula stains to prove it.