Tonight, I have had my heart on Paris, on the Syrian refugees people want to keep out of our country, on the children that died as we bombed ISIS.

Somewhere in the middle of my petitions, I drift off to sleep fretting over if I am giving you all I've got and if you truly know my heart for you.

Only four weeks after my husband lost his mum, he welcomed a daughter into the world.

“But how does it work? How do you love this one like your first?”

Remember that you are important, beautiful, and strong. You brought a child into the world. You can do this, one day at a time.

So right then, we cut my hair. In the bathroom, with an old pair of slightly dull, blue scissors, he cut off my ponytail.

Fear not, mammas. Use these tips to face the world fresh-faced, even though you only got 3 full hours of sleep last night.

I was grateful. For a hospital close enough to visit. For a friend, who breezed in bearing a bag of goodies. For listening to mother's instinct.

My depression didn't disappear just because I had kids. The depression still comes in waves. But my kids have given me a new set of eyes to see life with.

If there’s one thing my sweet boy has taught me, it’s that worst case scenarios happen, but best case ones do, too.