The First Two Months

The other day while in line to check out at Whole Foods, a woman behind us noticed the baby I was wearing. “Enjoy. It goes by so fast,” she warmly advised as she side smiled at the thirteen-year-old helping unload her cart onto the conveyor belt, wistfully remembering when her baby had feet as small as mine did.

“Don’t worry, it gets better,” a man said a few days later, on his way out of a friend’s house party, carrying his…