This mercifully brief tale begins on a balmy Wednesday in September. September 23rd to be precise. It was the Fall Solstice, Pope Francis was making an apostolic journey, something about a blood moon was going on–no way we’re having a baby during this series of cosmic coincidences. Our baby and the doctors at GW felt differently, however.
We were so nervous and excited before you were born. I was nervous about labor and delivery- about pain and uncertainty- and forgot to be nervous about bringing a new person home with us from the hospital.
When pregnant, it is not uncommon for the mother to feel overwhelmed or confused by all the information and new sensations that come with pregnancy.
