It’s been a week since Mom came home, and I’m exhausted. Physically, mentally, emotionally.

It’s so hard to watch the woman that gave birth to you, the woman who raised you to be a badass, the woman who helped you muddle through your own unexpected motherhood….it’s hard to see her completely laid bare.

Every two hours, we turn and we clean. Even overnight. My back is sore. My heart is sore. My brain overloaded with so…