Raising a Baby
Our youngest child, a boy, was born hungry. Night feedings continued until he was old
The day we brought my first child home from the hospital was filled with terror and apprehension. I had never felt such an overwhelming responsibility, and she was fragile and needy. On the drive home from the hospital, I gasped at intersections with oncoming cars, worried that someone might crash into us. I cautioned my husband, “Slow down. You’re going too fast.”
My sophomore year of college, I struggled to make good decisions. Needing a new focus for my
Domestic life challenged me from the beginning.
When I was pregnant with our first child, I worried. Babies and