A comic strip about mom life, boy mom life, twin mom life, and medical mom life.
"Almost"
She almost waved 👋🏾 today.
Not quite a milestone… but definitely a ripple. And around here, that’s worth cake. Loud, messy, frosting-smeared cake.
Welcome to Mostly Stable, where the celebrations are big, even when the progress is small. Because honestly? Nothing is small when it takes this much effort.
"The Sound"
When the feeding pump beeps across the playground…and someone else looks up too. It's solidarity. It's understanding. It's a sound that communicates a complex journey with specific challenges.
To the parents of kids with tubes, therapies, and beeping gear — I see you. 💜
"Snack Beast"
Some days parenting feels less like guidance and more like wildlife management. You're trying to hold a boundary AND hold a child who's clearly having a harder day than you are.
You offer structure.
They offer chaos.
Discipline says hold the line. Compassion says this is a nervous system, not a moral failure.
So you do both...awkwardly, imperfectly, with cold coffee, and a little guilt for good measure.
"His Superpower"
I made a comic tribute to the man who quietly holds up the world while I'm on hold with the medical supply company, scrubbing code browns, and managing meltdowns like a one=woman pit crew.
He doesn't panic. He doesn't complain. He just absorbs the chaos - and somehow still makes time to explain whether a superhero wheelchair would shoot webs from the spokes.
Happy Anniversary to the one who's always mostly stable, even when everything else is a flaming diaper tornado.
"The Face"
When seizures are a part of daily life, you get very good at reading subtle signs.
What looks like listening or smiling or zoning out... sometimes isn't.
Just like any typical parent, parents of medically complex kids learn, adapt, and keep going. We've learned the difference between what looks serious and what actually is.
Sometimes it's a seizure.
Sometimes it's just 💩
And sometimes...even we don't know. 🤷🏾♀️
