What it’s really like to be a first-time mom at 46
As I write this, I have my 14-month-old daughter Lily draped across me. I have a cramp in my elbow and the slight delirium of too many late nights and early mornings, but I couldn’t be happier. Lily is the little being I never thought I’d see, the one I’d gladly take a bullet for, and for whom I feel a powerful, all-consuming love. But getting to this point wasn’t easy: let me explain.
I work in advertising, which is code for regularly working 55-hour weeks. The sleep deprivation and constant demands, while the perfect rehearsal for motherhood, are lousy for getting knocked up, as I ruefully discovered. In fact, my journey
