After waiting 42 weeks, gaining 30 pounds and embarking on 98 runs into the wilderness, my second baby was born — a girl, weighing 7 pounds, 9 ounces.
She was healthy, beautiful and pink as soon as she entered the world. Her cries quieted as she lay on my chest and in that moment all the waiting and work were more than worth it.
Three months later, I’m back working and trying to find time between motherhood, babyhood and a career to squeeze in moments for me.
“I just don’t know how you do it,” people often say.