If you’re a mom, then you know. You know the motivation, the pep talks, the inspiration harnessed each morning and the exhaustion, mental roadwork, and mom guilt experienced each night. You know the sound of a tired cry vs a hurting cry, of an explosive diaper needing half the wipes box vs a loud diaper …
If you had told me that after my first son’s birth—36 hours of painful labor that left me in a state of physical distress from my clavicle to my…well, you know where— that I would be excited to birth my second son epidural-free, I’d have said, “You can call me crazy. But even when his …
Sunlight shone brightly through the windows. All of my toddler’s toys from yesterday’s mess had been put away. My kitchen counter gleamed from being scrubbed clean of toddler fingerprints from the night before. I stood looking out at the childless scene, holding my steaming cup of coffee, proud of my neat and orderly house. I …
“So, is that a ‘yes’ you want to know the gender of your baby?” the ultrasound tech looked at me quizzically. I only hesitated because Jonathan wasn’t with me due to COVID-19, and I place a lot of emphasis on big decisions. Well, I have a hard time making a “right” decision. So when I …
“I should have known. Still too early,” I said as I threw the second pregnancy test in the trash. I scolded myself because I had promised myself that I would wait until I had actually missed my period. OR wait a significant amount of time after missing my period. OR better yet, try to be …
I was between moments of time when I saw before my eyes the disaster that was going to happen and being just a hand’s reach too far from actually stopping anything. But seeing what I saw and knowing what I know about falls, my son would need major comfort after this crash. Our son began …
When I was pregnant with our Baby Boy, I was asked how I “revealed” my pregnancy to Jonathan, to our family, and to friends. When I tell them I called my husband at work and said, “Well, I took a pregnancy test. Do you want to know what it said?” People are a little disheartened …
Tired. Overlooked. Staring aimlessly as the days drag on or fly by. Is anybody listening? Is anybody watching you, beloved mama? Sometimes internally screaming. Sometimes saddened and disheartened. Oftentimes feeling abandoned and lonely. Confined to a playroom watching the kids in their freedom laugh joyfully. Shameful thoughts wandering in the darkness, blindly searching for the …
After celebrating one whole year postpartum (whoa), I feel like I am walking out of some type of fog. I look behind me at the months that have so quickly passed, not recognizing myself from those first few craaaaazy months as a new mom. From blindly surfing the emotional high to low to high waves, …
Exasperation hit the fan, and let’s just say, {stuff} got real…fast. My usually accommodating self could no longer contain my frustration. The culprit? Changing my son’s diaper. You know you need a break when a diaper change makes steam come out of your ears. The diaper change had been always been a playful feud, but …
