The morning I found the baby changed everything. I thought I was just walking home after another exhausting shift, but that cry, faint and desperate, pulled me toward something I didn’t expect. Saving that child didn’t just alter his fate.
It rewrote mine.
Four months ago, I gave birth to my son. He’s named after his dad, who never got the chance to meet him. Cancer took my husband when I was five months pregnant.
He had wanted nothing more than to be a father.
When the doctor finally said the words “it’s a boy,” I sobbed, because it was everything he’d dreamed of.
Being a new mom is already brutal. Being a new mom without a partner, with no savings, while trying to work, feels like climbing a mountain in the dark. My life has become a rhythm of late-night feedings, diaper blowouts, pumping milk, crying (his and mine), and running on three hours of sleep.Continue reading…
