Everest has been with us a whole month now. Everyone is adjusting. I’m adjusting to maternity leave (half over now), Vale is adjusting to being a big sister (very well, I might add), Kyle is adjusting to being a Dad to two, and Everest is adjusting to…. life. Existence. Not being a fetus. Acquiring human status, which is a big fucking deal!
Fiona is also adjusting. She’s kept her cool and been as sweet as always, but we know she’s secretly thinking, “Oh god… again? Why? Why? Meow meow, meow meow.”
Everest is still a little funny-looking, like a lot of newborns. She’s lost some hair, and has that same old-man receding hairline her sister did. She also has some flaky skin. But we can’t say anything about her looks around Vale, who gets very defensive about it.
It’s funny how you forget after less than a handful of years, all the stuff newborns do – breathe funny, make weird noises, flop around because they don’t have any muscle strength. It’s a little surreal, but we are a family of 4 now.
