These are 10 sec clips of my first 60 days as a mother.

The summer I had a baby, I spent hours staring out the window. Watching people freely walk around, without a wailing infant, riding bikes and scooters, smoking weed, laughing, and sauntering toward Lincoln Park with picnic baskets and puppies. The summer of my fourth trimester was an excruciating journey; it felt a bit like a prison where insanity was experiencing the same day with no respite or sleep.

Hell became my mind, and the slow unraveling of time made things feel very dark.

I started recording videos of my daughter and me to see myself. I wasn’t looking in the mirror much during this time. Still, watching myself on the desktop, mothering this tiny human, I let my photobooth camera witness this very new, tender, vulnerable life I was leading. Archiving my day-to-day with our baby started feeling important, and I began to feel more real. Embodied. Light. It helped.