The last few months have been a whirlwind for us. Our daughter was born premature several months ago. My husband and I were trying to get out of our tiny apartment, but my complications made focusing on anything else impossible. We finally moved a month ago, which with a needy infant was exactly the kind of craziness we had tried to avoid. We finally got moved in, and then he caught COVID at work. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t almost lose it. I mean, how do you even process all of that individually, let alone at once? He was vaccinated so it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. We think everything is ok now and we’re grateful for a few moments of peace, but I am constantly waiting for the next thing to derail our happiness. It’s been tough. Without my family and friends’ support, I don’t know what we would have done.