“Slowly, slowly… Don’t overexert yourself.” I hold onto your hands as you slowly stand from the bed.

I try my hardest to ignore the pain filled expression on your face because if I don’t, I’ll make you stop. And you have to get up—doctor’s orders. You’ve been dying for a shower and to stretch your legs, so you’re determined.

But me? I’m nervous. I mean, you literally birthed a child not 24 hours ago. It was the scariest, yet most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. But, jesus, I have no idea how you’re even standing right now.

After being married for 2 years, and trying for a whole year, we finally got to have our miracle baby in our arms. Our little baby girl, Calliope, is everything I could’ve ever wanted. The moment I saw her it felt like my heart had materialized into a tiny baby. But now I have two girls to look after. To worry about. My two favorite girls.

Man, am I lucky.

“You’re doing great. Just go slow and keep breathing. I’m right here,” I coo quietly as you take tentative steps.