On Being A New Mom In Academia
I’m seven months in. My hair is growing back after falling out in fistfulls. I’m finally starting to lose weight. The Baby is just starting to crawl. First tooth.
We survived the winter. We survived our first flight to Puerto Rico to visit Abuela. And our second flight to Costa Rica so I could do field work. We survived the rush to the Children’s Hospital for a high fever, kidney infection, UTI. Antibiotics for months. But most importantly, we survived each other suffering our own traumatic realizations of our changed life.