Month 7

I can’t believe I’m here.  Baby girl is 7.5 months old and growing so incredibly fast.  Her two bottom teeth are coming in.  She keeps a scary cough and is on breathing treatments which trigger some anxiety but nothing that puts me in that unfunctional level of terror.  I grow in awe and love of her each day.  This is a far cry from not being able to be near her at all.  It all looks so crazy now but it was real and the darkest and scariest ride of my life.  I still continue to squeeze in as much self care as possible.  I write daily gratitudes I keep in my purse.  I am so thankful I continued to push through the terror.  I grow each and every day as I continue to adjust to my new world.  I wouldn’t trade it for anything.