When I think of the newborn days of each of my daughters, I think of fire and ice. The fire is my first daughter, born leap day 2020 at the very beginning of the Covid Pandemic. My emotions were enormous and white hot – the ferocious, all-consuming love of being a mom to my new baby girl, the white-hot anxiety of being a first-time mom with no real idea of what I was doing, and the bright terror of having a newborn during a never-before-seen pandemic in which I was high-risk from asthma and planning on going back on immunosuppressants…