I've been a stay-at-home mom for 4 years, and I love it. My daughters are going to preschool soon, and my identity is shifting.

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On June 14, 2020, I "celebrated" my first month anniversary of being a mom. I remember watching in relief as my newborn slept in her bassinet for the first time ever. That week, I had been battling a bad bout of mastitis in our dim 500-square-foot apartment in Queens while my husband had returned to work in our living room. One thin wall between us, he took Zoom calls and loudly typed away on his keyboard while screeching sirens from ambulances blared outside our bedroom window.