This is Chrissy. She is someone we consider to be part of our family. My girls love her like she is their second mom/aunt/best friend, and my husband and I adore her not only for what she means to our children, but because she is literally one of the sweetest people you could ever meet. She is also a mom living through what most of us would consider some of our worst fears.
Sometimes when I’m running late or getting frustrated by my toddlers, or just caught up in everyday annoyances, I think of them. I think of Chrissy caring for my girls while I work and her own son is fighting to reach milestones, like drinking from a bottle rather than getting nutrition from a feeding tube. I think of the effort they put in each day to be there for their beautiful daughter and to help her flourish, while also struggling with the logistics of supporting their family. Every minute they work counts- towards the paycheck they must earn, and against the time they need with each other. Anyone who has the slightest inkling about parenthood knows how babies respond when they are physically with their moms and dads- feeling their heartbeat, smelling their scent, hearing their voice. Every moment they can do those things with Ethan counts. It is very literally part of what has helped him achieve the growth that he has.
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