These days they're like borderline episodes... they come and go by the day... which is better than prolonged feelings of doom.
Couldn't help but enjoy time with my kid and listen to her laugh and kick her feet. And those high pitched squees.
I'm super sick but keeping busy and cleaning keeps my mind off the hurt and physical bullshittery thats at war in my body right now.
Arya is now 11lbs and 12 oz and 23 inches.
I was happy to give her a long overdue bath today... I can't get over her feathery hair.
4am. Can't sleep. Keep waking up to panic attacks these past few nights.
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