I don't even know where to begin.
The frustration with the treatment of women and their pain?
My trip to urgent care for a degenerative compressed vertebrae?
The child support enforcement case I've had to create?
The attempts at sleep training?
Going from exclusively breast feeding (EBF) to formula feeding (FF)?
The leftovers that compose Mallory?
Let's start with some good.
Dotty is six months old today and currently sleeping soundly on her belly in the other room. She's a proud little miss. When you hold her hands from seated position to have her stand up she lifts her head real high, chin up, to see who is watching her and collect her accolades. She mimics, she grasps. She rolls, she squeals, she yells, and she loves adventuring. We haven't moved onto solids yet... but soon. I'm still researching so maybe my anxiety will chill a bit on it.
I know, I know... they days are long and the years are short.
That's true all the time.
But now I have this little time-marker that is all day, everyday and... I can't imagine my life without her. All I want is to quiet all the noise around our life and live it--human drama, money drama, FOB drama, disappointments, physical struggles. I want to quiet it all... and give her the most static-free, sweet song sounding existence possible.
Mini blog time.
More later--for now.
Mallory Kate is a blogger, artist, single mom and funny girl outta Nevada.