Getting back to the intensely personal here.
Gabby is growing and thriving. She had a bit of trouble putting on weight for a little while there, but once I figured out that she would still love me even if I supplemented my breastmilk output with a bit of formula, things turned around. She's not walking yet, but she will be soon. And her babbling is sounding more and more like actual words. Either that or she IS saying real words but she speaks only Uzbek. Or she mumbles a lot.
Gabby's new best friend (my best friend's daughter) was born yesterday.
Another friend just got some good news in a bad situation -- her daughter's brain tumor has remained stable for another six months, and she's managing to grow up and learn and love and laugh despite it all. Good thing no one told her she's not supposed to be able to do all of that.
Another friend and colleague, someone I've known for nearly 15 years and worked with in three different jobs, just got sworn in as our city's newest council member.
And another old friend, a teacher and mentor, is dying.
And so it goes. Round and round and round.
2 comments:
I found your blog by doing a keyword search for "adenomyosis" on the Stirrup Queen's now searchable list of infertility blog. You are one of the few women I've encountered who has been able to successfully conceive and carry to term with this condition. Thank you so much for reminding me that it CAN happen!
I'm sorry to hear about your friends daughter and your mentor.
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