Four years ago as I left Mater Hospital with my new baby, my second child, I was a worried woman. Yes I was ecstatic about being a mother to this healthy beautiful child who was all mine but I wondered if I was enough for her. If I could manage to keep her alive, feed her, know when she was sick etc. It was my second rodeo but the first time around; my mother was with me all the way. She would hold and even sleep with the baby as I rested, prepare nutritious meals for me and cater to me and the baby all day long. But this second time around, It was just me and my husband. I was supposed to figure out every little thing and somehow keep the baby alive. I didn’t think I had the capacity for it. And I had a hard time adjusting to it.