One Month 

It’s one month since the boys arrived. I’ve never felt quite so proud and scared, so buoyed by small victories and utterly destroyed by tiny failures, so overjoyed at the most minor progress (“he’s lifting his head!”) and so frustrated by minor setbacks.

Basically, everything everyone said about parenting ever.

I naively believed I’d be better at it, but they’re alive, and we’re alive, so we’re doing ok.