Motherhood

Even Moms are Born

But it’s just that we spend so much damn time analyzing our baby’s growth and his feeding and the color of his poops that we forget to keep track of our own, and other moms’, mental health and strength. And often to our own detriment.

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My Dream Date

It was dark outside, well past my 4-year-old son’s bedtime, and we were crammed into his twin bed, nose to nose. He was in that very distinct stage of not-quite-sleep where all the silliness wanes and the sweetness surfaces.

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The Birth Story

It is 2am. You are standing in a drafty hospital room, naked except for a paper-thin robe. A nurse just finished sticking you with a needle and popping one of a vein in one of your hands. (Surprisingly painful.) You haven’t slept in 20 hours.

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Things Around Here These Days

Just emerging from my newborn-head-sniffing craze over here to check in. Yes, we’re alive. Yes, we’re elated. And yes, we are crazier than ever.

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In Labor

Well, I got my epidural so I am loving life (and my anesthesiologist), and I can’t sleep because, well, you know, the whole about to give birth to a new person thing, so here I am.

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The Motherhood Series, Part Two

“Something I never knew until I became a mom was how much I used to love long, hot showers.  I have kissed those goodbye for now, and hope they will return one day VERY VERY soon.

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The Motherhood Series, Part One

Truth is, sometimes you need to reflect on where you are, to appreciate just how far you’ve come. What you’ve learned. How you’ve grown. What you wish you would have known before you started this crazy journey.

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