Taking my newborn to the ER in the middle of the night left me drained and anxious. I never imagined the stranger across from me would make things harder or that a doctor’s arrival would turn it all around.
My name is Lydia, and I’ve never known exhaustion like this before.
Back in college, I used to laugh about how I could survive on nothing but iced coffee and bad decisions. But those days are long gone. Now my survival kit is lukewarm formula, crushed granola bars, and whatever I can buy from a vending machine at three in the morning.
