Between loads of laundry and waves of grief... Six months. Half a year of the most precious little man. Somehow, this month has felt like it has held a lifetime of things all at once. There have been little things that make me stop and think "when did you get so big?". New sounds, new expressions, the way you scrunch your nose with a cheesy grin. Tiny achievements that would not look like much to others but feel enormous to me, like successfully latching (most days). Then th

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