Hi friend, For a long time after the NICU, I wasn't really living. I was not-drowning, one day at a time — and I'd told myself that was the only option. I didn't want to hire nurses. Didn't want to ask for help; somewhere in those nine months I'd learned to trust only myself with her. Didn't want to make room for anything that wasn't keeping Brinley alive. Rest, my body, one unhurried thought — luxuries I couldn't afford. It took me too long to admit it wasn't sustainable. So I did what I do...