Between loads of laundry and wondering if I'm doing this right... Four months. It feels impossible to have known him for only four months when I feel like I've lived a thousand versions of myself since the day he arrived. People ask me how old he is now and I answer without a pause... four... months... Then for a split second, I mentally start counting the weeks instead as they creep closer to five months. I count the speech and paediatric appointments. Count the nights I sat