We are entering 6 months. Half a year. Something you never think you’ll hit when you first bring home your newborn. You don’t know if you’ll ever heal or if you’ll ever “feel” like yourself. I’m right there with ya, but here we are six months later, and some things are starting to jive. So …

“Just…no….STOP!” I finally yelled. My fur baby, Indie, was licking all over our newborn son. I was trying desperately to be patient, but no sleep had led me to being a very impatient person, a person I didn’t know how to handle. He was just not understanding me! After yelling at Indie, looking into his …

My mind was ablaze with commotion, each initial thought branching into a multitude of different thoughts, taking me in different directions. My head was on our budget, on Sam’s sleep schedule, back to the budget, then on to fun Fall outings, back to sleep schedule, on to the grocery list which led to menu items …

I was crashing; not making sense of anything anymore. I was seriously forgetting what day of the week it was (And in turn missing play “dates” I had set up). Names and places were just out of my mind’s reach. I almost fell asleep right on the cart waiting in line at the Sam’s pharmacy …

Heart-wrenching tears poured from his eyes, and I felt like the worst mom in the world. Mother guilt in all of her glory came waltzing into my home. My normally happy, smiling son became suddenly very cranky. And that crankiness turned into crying. And crying turned into inconsolable screaming. Nothing I was doing or saying …

I remember every detail about my first miscarriage. Just that morning I had joyfully prepared a brunch for small group friends, happily placing my hand on my stomach, thinking about this bundle of joy in my stomach. We were in our early weeks, so I was not planning on telling my friends, but I had …

Tears streaming down my face, I screamed in my head, “How can I do this long term?! There must be something wrong with me. Breastfeeding must not be for me.” Breastfeeding struggles are real (understatement? Anyone else feel me on this?). Sam would get frustrated, throwing his head back, becoming so red in the face …

I gave my body permission to do what God intended during labor and delivery. What my body was made to do. Created to do: to feel. As some might say, to feel all the gut-wrenching, mind-numbing, face-searing pain of labor. In spite of all that, I wanted to be present in the room. To be …

There is something magical about growing a human. You are becoming a mother. Your body is doing this totally amazing thing of knowing exactly what to do and when. All that is required is for you to find time to rest (easier said than done…until the third trimester hits…and you have no choice :)) and …