SAINT:
It’s been half a year since Phoenix was born, and I swear my nerves still haven’t settled. You’d think I’d have gotten used to the everyday rhythms—late-night feedings, diaper changes, Shay’s therapy sessions—but I’m still prone to worrying. And today, I’m a wreck.
I run a shaky hand through my hair as we stand in the waiting room of Dr. Stein’s office, a colorful mural of zoo animals painted on one wall for his tiny patients. Phoenix is six months old, bright-eyed, and already grabbing at anything within reach. She’s in my arms now, chewing contentedly on a teething ring as Shay stands next to me, reviewing some forms the receptionist handed her.
The double appointment is mostly for routine checkups: Phoenix’s six-month wellness visit and Shay’s final physical therapy evaluation
