So I was hanging out the other day with a friend who has a newborn. A freaking gorgeous newborn boy, to be exact.
He is her first baby. She has recently become a mother.
You know, when we hear those words we hear them like it’s no big deal -- “become a mother,” like you might “become a doctor” or “become a pet owner.” As if it’s just this thing that happens, without anything else happening -- it’s just this exciting addition to one’s life. You add this new thing and go about your business.
Like a new-home owner, or a resident of a new town....more
I have often heard “Every pregnancy is different,” and “Every child is different.” I was expecting to have a different pregnancy experience with my second child – after all, I had a toddler to look after while growing another human. Of course it would be different. And I could never imagine having two children with identical personalities – of course my son would be his own person, so very different from his sister! But what I had never heard – and could not expect – was that every postpartum experience is so very different, too....more
I wanted to start this post off with something very dramatic like, when Theo was six weeks old, I was contemplating suicide. That has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Edgy, yet thoughtful. The problem is, it would be a lie – when Theo was six weeks old, I’d gone way past contemplation and was firmly into planning territory. It’s just that “planning” doesn’t have quite the same panache as “contemplating”, you know?...more
There was an article here on BlogHer yesterday that has me all fired up. It’s about judging parents, and how it’s actually ok.
Except it’s not.
It was written by a new mom, someone whose blog I actually really like. A young mom. A mom who maybe hasn’t weathered the storms of toddler reflux, breastfeeding failure, postpartum depression, child sleep disorders, isolation from friends and family, and plain ol’ active/curious/energetic toddler temperament....more
At the end of last week I got some information that confirmed my suspicions. Of course they were bad suspicions. Of course... because do we ever have suspicions that are good?My bank statement confirmed my suspicions. I was indeed rolling in dough and able to live the life of my fantasies.After reviewing the x-rays and lab tests, the doctor confirmed my suspicions that the pain in my leg was due to a gross lack of chocolate and ice cream in my diet. Nope. It never works out like that....more
Seré Prince Halverson's debut novel, The Underside of Joy, is the breathtaking story of what happens when your world changes in an instant. A rogue wave takes Ella's husband, Joe, and in an instant everything changes. For three years, Ella has been the only mother their children have known. When Joe's ex-wife Paige shows up at his funeral, intent on reclaiming her children, it becomes clear that nothing will ever be the same again.
Max’s soft little breaths waft through the baby monitor tonight, a smooth staccato rhythm of peaceful sleep. He’s tucked in safe, cuddled up to his enormous Buzz LightYear doll pillow. My heart is full of love and pride….and relief.We’ve come a long way, this little family of mine....more