Silvia
The days after Orion's birth melted together like watercolors in the rain. Sleep came in twenty-minute intervals, my hormones felt like they were on a roller coaster, and I was never, ever alone.
Noah had claimed the uncomfortable chair by my window like it was his throne. Aunt Rosie had somehow procured a cot and set up what looked suspiciously like a permanent residence in the corner. They moved in shifts—one dozing while the other maintained vigilant watch over me and the baby.
"Your blood pressure okay?" Noah would ask every time I shifted positions.
"Need anything? Water? Crackers? A foot massage?" Aunt Rosie would chime in before I could answer.
I'd reach for my phone, and suddenly they'd both be alert, like meerkats sensing danger.
"Maybe rest instead?" th
