I’d been reluctant to leave this morning to meet the guys for lunch, it’s the first time I’ve left you to look after Grace by yourself, but you’d insisted you would be fine. I didn’t really want to leave you, recovery has been hard on you; hormones all over the place, your body changing in ways you never expected. Add to all that, Colic and Grace’s difficulties latching when feeding… It's a lot, but you’re doing it all.

I mean, what even is Colic? Does anyone even know?

I fall in love with you more and more each day when I watch you with Grace. Even with messy hair, spit up on your t-shirt, and bags under your eyes, you’ve never looked more beautiful to me. You power through the exhaustion, self-doubt and insecurities, doing everything you can to make sure she’s happy and healthy. I just can’t let you forget to make sure that you are happy and healthy too.

The second I step through the door, I hear Grace screaming. Those tiny lungs make so much noise. I quickly kick my shoes off at the door, pulling my jacket off as I rush to the living room. My heart breaks at what I see.

You’re pacing the living room, tears streaming down your face as you gently rock a wailing Grace.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” I say softly, dropping my jacket on the back of the couch and walking over to you. I take Grace from you to give your arms a break, holding her against my chest and I wrap my free arm around you.