​My husband and I had just moved to this new town, 8 months pregnant, and he is starting his new duty station in the days after moving. Was I ready for this? To move, unpack, and have a baby in a new town where I could barely find the closest Walmart? The answer to that was no. Being a wife of a sailor in the Navy, most of the time it is close to impossible to get ahold of him during the day. Thankfully our little man decided to come on his day off...well both of his days off. 

Two days later and we were coming home and we were terrified. Who let us leave with a baby? That night I cried, all night. My parents weren't there, we had no friends close, and we were clueless. Our baby cried all night long. We couldn't figure out why. I thought it was his circumcision...but Tylenol helped that. He still cried. I was attempting to breastfeed. Little did I know, I wasn't producing anything. I had the worst guilt I had ever experienced in my life. 

It will be okay. 

People will judge, which is so wrong, because no one truly knows what is happening unless it is you. My son would cry for hours and hours after being fed, a clean diaper, swaddled, bathed, you name it. Once again, little did we know, he had acid reflux and was colicky. 

It will be okay. 

He wouldn't sleep anywhere besides in my arms. 

It will be okay. 

I thought I'd never sleep again. Now, he sleeps from 7-730am (with few interruptions for the missing binky). He got over the colic, the reflux is managed by medication, and he eats just like any other baby, and he is a HEALTHY 6 month old. Sure, I have a long, long way to go but one thing I have learned... 

It will be okay.