I’d watch kids do simple things, and those things would seem epic.
Every time someone had a baby I’d wonder if the child would speak before my son. I stopped when I realised they always would.
I’d feel both insane and hopeful when people would tell me stories about “so-and-so’s” kid who all of a sudden just started X,Y,Z.
I’d obsessively look at developmental delay groups and when I’d see a post where a commenter said their child didn’t catch up, I knew deep down I’d be this person too.
I hated baby and toddler classes and wish I’d stopped them sooner. I was envious of normality and consumed with sadness and guilt. I hate that there are people feeling this way right now a stuck in a shit limbo of unknowns.