Nadia's POV
The first week home was chaotic. Elise woke every two hours screaming. I couldn't lift her properly because of my incision. Julian didn't know how to burp her. Margaret intervened constantly, showing us how to swaddle, how to check her temperature, how to tell the difference between hungry cries and tired cries.
"You're both overthinking this," Margaret said on day three, finding us frantically googling "baby won't stop crying" at two AM. "She's fed, changed, and healthy. Sometimes babies just cry."
"But what if something's wrong?" Julian asked.
"Then we call the pediatrician. But right now, she's fine. You two need sleep."
She took Elise and shooed us toward the bedroom. Julian started to leave.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Guest room. You need rest."
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