Feb 22, 2018
3 min read
In Others’ Shoes
Momma Needs a Latte
Determined to not let my postpartum get the best of me, I swaddled up Aleidy and left the house.
It was hardly the quick departure it used to be: keys, phone, book, go. Even pared down to the bare essentials, my bag now looks like the entire baby aisle at CVS.
Still, I…oops, make that “we”… were off to grab a book and, if my weaning calculations were…
