5 Days Left

First Half of the Day:

I don't think anyone, even the parents themselves realize how hard the first would be birthday is.

Second Half of the Day:

Comments on how other people's motherly instincts are in place or are not hurt so much because mine were in place, still are, but I'm just not able to let them out the way I deserve too. For nine months, I prepared myself for being the best mother in the world. I went through a c-section and post pregnancy 'trauma' (I will openly use that word for the time being) and yet, the glow of the entire affair, my child, is not here.

I see how other mothers are glowing now, after having their baby to hold, nourish, and cuddle with. And I look at my face. When did I get so old?