As I begin writing this, my newborn daughter is breathing gently on my chest. I am trying to balance an F5-sized moleskin, a sleeping baby, muslin square and feeding cup on my body — a feat that seemed utterly impossible just a week ago. As they say, it does get better.
No amount of stories shared by well-meaning friends and relatives who have had babies could ever prepare us for parenthood; it comes like a missile in the night and shakes your world up to the highest Richter scale.
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