
When my husband lost his job and then finally found a new one after three long months, he sat on our coffee table with our kids and cried.

Our arrangement goes beyond that of roommates. We're genuinely leaning on each other; when one of us has more capacity than the other, she tags in.

Maybe if we actually believed the things we say, the entire structures of our lives, vocations, and relationships would feel less tenuous. We'd believe that even if they got knocked down, we could put them back up just the same as before but with the weaker areas reinforced, stronger in the long run.

The truth is, your definition of "myself" will change during this time.

Inspired by my nurse, this is my motherhood mantra: To care for others, I must care for myself.

6. Little victories are worth celebrating.

I walked out the door after dropping her off and immediately burst into tears.

You didn't know how much the living room clock would be your closest companion, watching it always and praying for it to be the right time: the time when you can finally feed your baby again, because you don't know how else to stop her from crying.

3. Dive headfirst into empathy.

My daughter's need to be with me, near me or on me can be frustrating at times. Sometimes I just need space for a minute. But I keep reminding myself that this is just a phase. So, I try to turn her clinginess into a positive.

Half of my hair is dry shampoo, my body still feels unsteady and foreign after nearly 10 months of relentless changes during pregnancy, my contacts may have permanently fused to my eyes and I'm so deliriously tired at times that I'm unsure if I'm awake or asleep.

I was treading water with my head above the surface because typically it's fine as long as it's fine... until one day it's not.

Be confident in your abilities and instincts. I wish I had been more confident.

Sometimes, it's okay to talk to strangers.

I am with you—in the heaviness and the lightness. I just want you to know that. You're not alone, and I know I'm not either. And sometimes, that's what we need to know most of all.

An open letter from both sides.

I've been where you are. I was there, and I lost myself 1,000 times. But—I'm here to tell you—I've made it to the other side.

I already know I am efficient, capable, strong and fierce. But, I am also fatigued, sometimes overworked and underappreciated, and worst of all expected to be the one that keeps it together for everyone else.

I'm just here to say, thank you for your vulnerability. And for your honesty. And for your poise.