What I should do is turn the stroller around. I reach down the back of her neck, under the cotton blanket she's swaddled in, under her lavender one-piece bodysuit with the yellow butterfly on it so I can finger the tag, in case there's a plastic price-tag holder sticking out of it. I shift the angle of the canopy, in case the sun's shining in her eyes. The tabby cat sunning itself on the back stoop of the white house we just passed. it does wonders for your spirit." My spirit is supposed to be inhaling the warm, late March air, feeling invigorated while I maternally point out the many things the baby is seeing for the first time. "The Girlfriend's Guide to Surviving the First Year of Motherhood" said so: "Get out and get fresh air. Taking this walk is supposed to be relaxing. There is probably a line in the baby book my mother gave me, the one that's still in its plastic box in one of the many piles on our dining room table, where I'm supposed to document this moment - First Walk in Stroller. This is the first walk the baby and I are taking together. Two weeks after the baby is born, I push the stroller down a street I've never been on before.
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