Oops, Trajan's birthday party got me distracted and so I stopped the habit of posting and then I had two work trips and Chiron spent a week in the hospital, so it's now been over a month. Oops. And instead of a coherent summary or tale, I'm just going to do the little thoughts that are in my phone's notes and voice memos.
I imagine I will always think of her. Whenever I am sitting "bride's side". Whenever I see sass in a young girl. In the couple seconds after I answer the question of how many kids I have.
Trajan: "Did you go the right school to be a mommy? I go to teh right school to be able to be whatever I want."
It's disturbing that my four-year-old understands the concept of death more clearly than a restaurant closing.
Odd moment of joy that my phone corrects og to of instead of OG now.
Chiron now weighs a stone. He is also now on Neocate instead of breastmilk as of the end of his hospital stay. I am tapering off of pumping as a result (I considered pumping just to donate, but it's such a significant time commitment and I'd like to be able to take a Tylenol, so I decided to retire). Bonus trivia fact: I've pumped over 90 gallons.