Babies Cry. new motherhood & the overwhelming impact of the mundane
Walking down the aisles of the grocery store one day with my one month old son, I leaned in to comfort him; red-faced, hot, crying, “sshhh, you’re ok, you’re ok, sshhh.”. I was exhausted, worried, embarrassed. The crying, the crying, my baby, my worry, the people around us- I leaned in again, near tears myself, “sshh, sshh, what’s wrong? what’s wrong?” and I knew I must be doing something wrong.