Asia
As I laid over Jett’s shoulder, I thought about why he didn’t understand why I didn’t want to participate with the others.
Jett didn’t understand who I’d become. I wasn’t the old Asia—the carefree girl with no worries who was up for anything and happy go lucky most of the time.
With kids comes great responsibility. I couldn’t be carefree. I had to care about everything. From day one, I’d had to monitor poops, pees, cries, and feedings. The things I had to monitor on our newborn were endless.
‘Did you give him any water?’
‘Why did you give him water? He can’t have that.’
The advice was as endless as the things I had to monitor. But I’d managed, somehow, to cut through the advice and pick out what I thought worked best for our son. I had gotten the hang of parenting by the time Jo
