7/15/25

when my skin is bad and i’m alone, it’s not nearly as bad as when I’m with someone. When my skin is bad and I’m with someone, when he tries to hold my hand or just hold me, I cringe and flinch because of skin pain. it makes it so much worse because every touch is a reminder of what I can’t do. how limited i am. it’s worse.

7/19/25

Baby’s grown so much in what seems just the past few days. he’s…bigger, and taller, but more than that. the look on his face, how he gives his attention, is different and more mature. The shape of his face, his whole head. His torso is thicker, denser. his language is getting more sophisticated, he’s asking more questions about how things work and how things are made (he asked me how babies are made the other week), and playing by himself without needing us, doing different voices of his made-up characters by himself a little more. i was amazed the other night when he came back from granny’s- it seemed he’d grown 2 inches just that day.