She’s doing good, and I have survived. I have been surprised at what it means to be a mother, and wondering where I fit in my own life now.

Five months seems like a long time, until I look at how very little my baby is. She’s so much bigger than she was, but she still needs me for everything.

EVERYTHING.

I think about things I would like to be making progress on, but they are way out of reach right now.  And it doesn’t even bother me–too much.

It’s the new normal.