It was tired.It was leaking.It still hurt in places nobody had warned me about.But it had carried my daughter.It fed her.And it was mine.
Dan kissed my forehead.Maria squeezed my shoulder before leaving.Nora yawned against my chest.For the first time since bringing her home, I didn’t feel like I had to prove I could do everything alone.I had people.I had help.
And apparently, starting the next week, I also had a babysitter for four afternoons because Maria refused to take no for an answer.I still think about that grocery store sometimes.But I don’t think about Ronald’s face anymore.I think about the moment everyone stopped looking at me.
And started looking at him.
And how embarrassed and humiliated he felt when the tables turned.Do you think Christy’s repeated apologies were mainly a reaction to being publicly embarrassed, or did they reveal how emotionally worn down she had become after six weeks of caring for a newborn?
