Perhaps I underestimated how difficult it would be. There were so many unknowns when I found out I was pregnant: Would Hubby get a job? Where would we live? Who would support us through this transition? We ended up here, in the middle of an unforgiving and relentless winter. Everything, from that point on, was a bit unconventional, from scrambling to find an OB to your swift and (mostly) unmedicated birth–the hospital staff remained unconvinced you were on your way until your Aba grabbed someone in the hallway and said, “The baby is coming now.”
From there, it was all uncharted territory. We weren’t unprepared, exactly, but running on very little sleep and with the unforseen complications of trying to breastfeed a tongue-tied baby, nothing was easy, and I felt like I was missing out on the unbridled joy I was supposed to be feeling. It was just the three of us, in a new city, unsupported by family and friends.
But things got better, as they usually do. And the progress we made, the three of us, did not go unnoticed. More often than not, it was your Aba who pointed out what I was unable to see. What I saw was a growing, thriving baby. And what he saw was a unit: our family. It’s true I often felt underappreciated, but that was mostly the sleep deprivation talking. None of us was getting more than two or three hours of uninterrupted sleep, but somehow, we survived it. We still survive it every day.
But we do more than survive. The bond we have created together is undeniable. The love Aba and I feel for you is unconditional. And we face the future as a family, undeterred by the present uncertainties, confident that we will remain unbroken.