Becoming a parent tends to mean you lose a little bit of your air of mystery. A little bit of your sense of self...and maybe a decent amount of your pride. Suddenly, there is someone who thinks it is perfectly acceptable to demand you bare your breasts and feed them every 2 to 3 hours … Continue reading I may never be alone again.
Category: mommyhood
I choose…not to yell.
I went into labor with my son 11 days after my due date. In August. In Atlanta. I outweighed my husband and was pretty close to edging out my brother who is a very large, very fit cop. I was swollen, grumpy, and verrrrrrry puffy. When I finally went into labor it was late at … Continue reading I choose…not to yell.
Car seat? Torture Device? My baby can’t tell.
When my daughter was a few weeks old, my husband and I visited my parents who live about 40 minutes away from our house. My precious infant screamed bloody murder the whole way home. I felt like we were listening to cats being tortured or perhaps the sound of happiness dying. It was horrible. That … Continue reading Car seat? Torture Device? My baby can’t tell.
The Beginning: I’m the Best Mom Ever
My daughter runs free and laughs every day. She is beautiful and full of life and I delight in her. My son grins at me and snuggles close and and is far more mellow than either my daughter or I (he takes after his father). I know I'm the best mom because my kids tell … Continue reading The Beginning: I’m the Best Mom Ever