08
Feb
Small comforts are important when you’re at war. And that’s absolutely what having a newborn to take care of is. Not a war of you against the baby, but of you against expectations and your capacity to adapt.
Whatever you pack in your go-bag for your stay at the hospital, you’ll skip 90% of it. It’s the small things that matter. In my case sometimes it was just having a large, clean handkerchief stuffed in my back pocket for when I needed to blow my nose. And after weeping from exhaustion, nothing felt better than breathing in deeply the smell of our fabric softener, wiping my eyes and blowing my nose as hard as I could. It was luxurious compared to the pathetic little thin squares of tissue the hospital provides.
You won’t be able to tell what you’ll value most.
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