What do you think? It is a VERY rough start

Postpartum

How is it that an angelic smile like hers can create such dark and unsettling feelings inside the very soul that brought her to this Earth? This daughter of mine is here for good and I despise it. She came at the wrong time, with the wrong personality and just plain bad timing.
Here it is plain and simple, being a mother is a gift from God and the hardest gift to learn to appreciate. Let me tell you my story of how I came to appreciate this gift. It takes more then a simple smile, sweet cry, poopy diaper or rash of postpartum depression to learn to appreciate a gift this long lasting. Here is the truth of how I grew to love, respect and cherish my daughter.
Ah, the morning woke me with a sweet sound of wind rushing the curtains, a chill in the air kept me comfortable under the down comforter and I was at peace. I had lost myself in this serene morning. My thoughts drifted through my “to do” list and the yoga moves I would start my day with. I was at peace.
A screech jerked my from my perfect start and my heart started pounding. I bounded from my bed cold and shaken. I was instantly disoriented and scrambled around looking for the piercing sound. It was a baby cry but why this early. It was the crack of dawn. Who could be to horrid to wreck this perfect morning!
I open the door the room next to mine and found the sound. It was a baby! It was mine and it was 1 month old and screeching like a banshee. How brutal and sudden this was. I had completely forgotten about the flabby stomach muscles. In my perfect morning dream I had a flat stomach and eight hours of sleep. Welcome to my world.