The day they brought Emma home felt both monumental and terrifying.
It had been forty-eight hours after Emma's birth, and Aria had spent those two days in the hospital learning how to feed, change, swaddle, and generally keep a tiny human alive. The nurses had been endlessly patient, showing her the same things over and over as sleep deprivation made everything feel impossible to remember.
Now, at two PM, they were being discharged.
"You're doing great," the discharge nurse said as she went through the final paperwork. "Emma's eating well, your bleeding is normal, and everything looks good. Do you have any questions before you go?"
Aria had about a million questions, but none she could articulate. Because how do you ask "what if I accidentally break my baby?" or "what if I'm terrible a
