A Silent Pause

  I sat in the middle of a mountain of clean laundry tonight.  Small, soft hills of little boy tees mixed with my husband’s gym shorts and a few of my nursing bras.  A baby onesie stained with a faded orange trail of ibuprofen.  The thin fabric of my favorite yoga pants, smooth under my…

The Fear That Follows Me

My son is sleeping with the window open tonight, and I’m terrified that someone will pull out the screen and kidnap him.  Last night when I stretched my 38 weeks pregnant belly over the side of the bed to grab my cell phone charger, something below my ribs felt like it tore….and I’m sure it was my…

To Welcome You, I Must Let Go

I finally packed my hospital bag last night.  If you can call throwing four very mismatched outfits, three pairs of panties, and some old PJ’s on top of a duffel bag “packing”.  I am 37 weeks pregnant today.  Asking me to pack for a trip to The Hospital Inn and Suites is like putting someone on an…

The Birthing Plan

The clock is ticking folks, and about a week ago I realized that at some point a few months from now, I will be required to birth Baby #2. Shit. It’s easy to be calm when you’re pregnant with Baby #1.  You don’t know what you don’t know, and all.  But we all know how…

Bits And Pieces

Let’s hear it for some random bits and pieces from our family to yours.. 1. Max woke up with an out-of-flippin’-nowhere high fever on Sunday. He threw in a few screams of “My back huwts!! Wight here!” When he managed to point to the lower right part of his back a few times throughout the…

Bye-Bye Bottles

There is a deep chasm of fear and failure that separates the mother that I am, and the mother that I long to be. When I was pregnant with Max, I was SO good at parenting that some days I amazed even myself. I took classes on breastfeeding and childbirth at a swanky private boutique…

Recovering Neurotic

I’m a neurotic mom. Don’t laugh…I know this isn’t news to you. But they say admitting it is the first step. So I was proud of myself when I didn’t panic as Max had diarrhea for four days straight. Of course I called the doctor on Tuesday, and Wednesday…but I didn’t bring him in. I mean really….he’s eating…