CRAWLING CAOS
🌷I’ve spent the last few weeks in a funk. The weight of trying to find a carrier is heavy; the disappointment coming from uncertainty, less than ideal candidates, women with questionable partners, and those that had no idea the requirements necessary. I had one woman send me a long message stating how she’s always wanted to be a carrier, but has never been pregnant (which is the bare minimum requirement). She also wanted unlimited termination rights, rights to a relationship with our baby, admitted to drug-use, and was all-around a terrible candidate. Regardless, this week I’m choosing to focus on something very exciting.
EVIE IS OFFICIALLY CRAWLING!
I knew it was going to happen when I sat her in my closet. She saw my sparkly engagement party shoes, and girlfriend would not be denied. She cruised right on over and put the shoes in her mouth. Gross, yes. Adorable, hell yes! I’m not sure if she or I was prouder. Knowing that she met this milestone (although, peds say it’s not) felt monumental. Watching her develop into a little human is remarkable. The cliché is so true – there’s no greater joy.
She has been crawling and standing (with assistance) for a week now, and the only bad thing is Darla isn’t too thrilled that Evie can really get in her face. Seriously, I think I need to call someone, because although Evie laughs right now when Darla “nips” at her, I don’t want to think about what would happen if she actually bit her sissy. To be fair, Evie’s daycare friend pinched her this week at daycare, and she survived with only a minor mark.
If Evie crawling wasn’t enough, hearing from Evie’s teacher during conferences (our first!) that she is the happiest baby in the room makes me feel like we are doing something right. Life can be trying and stressful, but Phil and I try really hard to keep our home happy for our Peach. The last thing she deserves is to feel any tension in the home we are creating for her. Even in times of conflict, Phil and I try to have healthy dialogue and healthy conflict. We want Evie to see and be part of a sound, stable, happy environment, where conflict isn’t avoided, but rather dealt with respectfully, head on. Passive aggression can kindly fuck off.
So, I end the week thinking of our crawling, bubbly Peach. What more could we want?!🌷
