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Lucas' push gift, when baby E was born, is a reminder of the amazing things love can create I'd have to say, after I became a mom, one of the biggest changes for me is - what I used to call, becoming a big sucker/weakling/weak sauce for stories about babies or kids at peril.  I hate hearing or reading about babies who can't survive due to any circumstance.  I hate it so much because I almost get a physiological response to the story as if a dagger just got thrusted into my gut.  One of the first instances of this was on my drive to pick up baby E from daycare back in Cali.  I was listening to NPR on the radio like usual, and they ran a story about babies in NICU because of drug addict moms.  Hearing the little cries of strong withdrawal pains from a newborn still hurts me to the core right now - and I'm just recalling this story from memory.  It almost spurs me to action, to want to vote for whatever bill it was they wanted to pass to convict d...

Say what?  It is the Fear Of Missing Out.  I never knew this was a thing, but after watching Ingrid's video on it, I felt so validated.  Not in the sense that I was all better from the feelings I had before, but there's something about being able to identify what it is that bothers you that gives you a sense of clarity. Ingrid's video: https://youtu.be/GvTYGsHbDy8 A brief TED talk on the same topic: https://youtu.be/1mZAQC9djPE If you don't have the chance to watch her video, it's the feeling that you don't want to miss out on creating memories with others, but at the same time either weren't invited to participate or didn't want to participate in the event. In particular, the year of 2014 was a big FOMO experience for me.  I'm sure, in part was because I had just become a new mom.  I had good reason to feel a bit detached from my previous life since it literally became a completely new life.  My close friends were getting married, and...