Editor’s Letter
My Entry Into Mamahood I BECAME a mami eight years ago on February 1. Ahead of the birth, I had at least half a dozen baby books sitting on my nightstand, all of them highlighted, underlined, and dog-eared. It was as if I were cramming for the biggest test of my life. And I was pretty convinced I was going to ace it! But there’s a reason babies don’t come with instruction manuals. The moment the doctor showed me Eva after an unexpected C-section, I felt totally unprepared. It didn’t help that I was assigned to a hospital room with another mom who seemed to have her act together. I couldn’t help but make comparisons. In my postpartum blur, she looked ethereal with her long, glossy hair cascading to one side as…