Sixteen months ago I delivered a beautiful baby girl via emergency C-section after pre-eclampsia forced an induction at 37 weeks that didn't go as planned.
My world was turned upside down. All parents say that. Other cliches that were inevitably true:
"You'll never understand the love until she's in your arms."
"Your whole life changes."
"You will never be alone again."
My daughter will be nine-months old on Thursday. When people meet her, there's generally a consensus about how happy she is, how much she smiles and how good of a disposition she has. I'm lucky that at this point in the mommy game, I'm rarely getting asked the question that I was so frequently at the beginning.
"Are you nursing?"
"That's complicated," was the standard and necessary response.