I'm the oldest of two, as is my husband. When we decided to have a second child, I wondered what it would be like for our new baby to be the only second-born in a house of firsts. And I worried.
By Tiffany Verzal. A story about a child that was the victum of shaken baby syndrome.
Nobody told me how hard this would be. Or did they?
I am wanting my little one to wake up.
Because the bad stuff is easy to remember. And the good stuff, I don't want to forget.
How can I raise this delicate little girl to be strong and independent, to stick up for her rights, to stand out in the crowd?
Adjust. Adapt. Move forward. It’s in our DNA; we evolve.
The double-edged sword is this: the more we grow up, the more we move away from moments like these, face-to-face and heart-to-heart at 2 a.m.
I’m exhausted and long to return to the comfort of my own bed, desperately trying to will the flailing baby in my arms to wear himself out and just go back to sleep.
My daughter had brought something with her into this world: she’d brought hope in like wildflowers, roots and all, rich soil spilling from their leaves.