I don’t know how to describe the weeks after having a baby. There was nothing that could have prepared me. My body was rubbed raw and my mind was messy and scrambled and I was unable to think beyond the present moment but at the same time worried about every decision. How to feed and when. What to feed and how to dress and where to sleep and what diaper cream to use and the necessity of socks and if I would ever be who I was ever again. We are only three months in, and it is easier, but I am still a mess, and she is still my favorite thing in the universe.
To those wondering if I’ve started writing again, the answer is no, not yet. I am too busy watching my baby look at her own hands in amazement and then try to eat them.
