Selena’s POVA few weeks after giving birth, my days began to follow a new rhythm.It was not an easy rhythm, but it was ours.Most nights, I barely slept. My son would wake up crying, his tiny face scrunched in discomfort, and I would sit up immediately no matter how tired I felt. I learned how to move carefully in the dark, how to lift him gently without fully opening my eyes, how to sway slowly while whispering soft words to calm him.“There, it’s okay,” I would murmur, pacing the small space in my room. “Mom is here.”Sometimes he settled quickly. Other times he refused, his cries filling the quiet night. On those nights, my body ached from exhaustion. My shoulders felt sore, my eyes burned, and my head throbbed faintly.Ava would occasionally knock softly on my door.“Do you need help?” she would whisper.“I’ve got him,” I would reply, even when my voice sounded tired.And most times, I meant it. I wanted to learn. I wanted to be the one he reached for instinctively.During the d
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