I don’t want to hold your baby. I’m sorry.
Thanks girl, I owe you.
Get yourself a friend who will show up.
Jacked Thumbs & a Grateful Heart.
Can we talk for one quick sec about my friends?
Prior To Delivery: Visitors Edition
Let’s talk about visitors, shall we?
Prior To Delivery: Breastfeeding Edition
Now, you can try to imagine what it might feel like to nourish a floppy blob, but you don’t really know what it’s like until you actually have to feed the frantic screeching mush ball 12 times a day having not slept in what feels like 10 years.
January in New England.
January 5th, 2020 This morning I slept in and woke up happy, brought my 1 year old downstairs, greeted my two daughters, and made a pot of coffee. My husband had already left for church (weird). I had a reasonable Sunday morning complete with a sort of healthy breakfast and a mess of cardboard blocks …
Nursing.
February, 2019 I have been asked many times about my breastfeeding experiences. My response is always something like, “I’m not the right person for that question” by which I actually mean, “I had terrible experiences so I’d politely suggest that you ask someone who had a better experience”. For those of you who didn’t pry, …
The end of an era.
April, 2019 I remember the last time I breastfed my eldest. She was exactly 6 months old to the day. She’d been weaning for a couple months. We were visiting my parents in MA and we were in their office. I felt relieved that I was done. I remember the last time I breastfed my …
She can’t be ready, ’cause I’m not ready.
September, 2019 I spent the better part of last week riding a rollercoaster of emotions about my first born starting kindergarten. She’d fight with her siblings and I’d think, “thank god school starts next week”. Then she’d fall asleep in the backseat of the car at 2pm and I’d think, “how is she going to …
I’m a “cry-it-out” style mom.
This evening, my 1 year old was crying in his crib. Typically I’d let him cry for a while, and as long as he wasn’t frantic, I’d let him “cry-it-out” till he falls asleep. He sleeps well, and rarely cries at bedtime. But this evening I was still upstairs, and after listening to him cry, …