I gave birth on All Saints’ Day, 2019, to our firstborn. I remember that my biggest worry on the way to the hospital that day had nothing to do with labor, delivery, or recovery. It had to do with my fear of transitioning to motherhood without the support of my family and friends.
Since I had recently relocated to a new city where my husband was pursuing his graduate degree, there were approximately 500 miles between me and my loved ones. And because of illness, my mother was unable to assist with the transition after we brought the baby home. I was terrified of having to figure out everything on my own.