I have no idea what I am doing.
That’s the truth. But I’m kinda okay with that, given that every other mother I know has said the same thing at one point or another. There are endless books to peruse and articles to bookmark and facebook collectives to survey. It all helps. But in the end, I suspect we all get to where we are via semi-educated guesses. Crossing our fingers, debating internally what we think will be the healthiest or safest or let’s face it, easiest route, then flying by the seat of our pants.
Charlie has been here for a little over four months. It’s been the most difficult, amazing, scary, wonderful time of my life.