A TEN-MONTH PEACH

🌷Peach hit her 10-month mark, and this mom is not okay. Every baby I see, I think about how little Evie was not so long ago. I remember where Phil and I were a year ago – patiently waiting for our miracle to arrive. It feels like it took an eternity to get Evelyn here, yet these past months feel like they passed us in less than a blink. I can’t stop looking at her early pictures and videos.

Evie is waving at everything, but still not pulling herself up (concerned mom over here). She scoots on her butt, but refuses to crawl (just like her mom did as an infant). She “talks” to and waves at everything – inanimate and animate. She’s sleeping well, (except for when we must revert the bad behavior her grandparents allow during overnights,) enjoying more adult food (albeit, mostly at daycare,) and is fascinated by all the things, sounds, and people around her. Watching her develop in front of our eyes is absolute magic.

She is a squishy, giggly, boatload of joy. She’s a constant reminder of what matters – so even as (1) I try to find a surrogate for Evie’s sibling – a solo navigation fraught with disappointment, question marks, ghosting, financial insecurities, and anxiety-inducing “what ifs”, (2) we tackle a massive tax bill, (3) my parents’ stress becomes our stress, and (4) sometimes it feels like groundhogs day, if Evie laughs or smiles, everything in the world feels manageable.🌷