I gave away all of my breast pumping supplies today. Although, this seems like nothing more then cleaning out my basement, as I stared at my two 40-gallon bins filled with bottles, breast pumps, breast shields, and pumps, memories and thoughts came flooding back to me… I pumped with both my boys for at least… Continue reading Crying over spilt milk.
I was on a boat in the middle of the ocean. There was a crew of people around me going about their nautical jobs. All of a sudden a gigantic great white shark jumped out of the water and bit off my leg,… This was my dream last night. Clearly I have some anxiety and… Continue reading The shark attack
My first child has always been more. He literally came into the world screaming. I remember the nurses joking that his apgar scores were most definitely 9’s because of the fervor that he announced his presence. He was not a particularly difficult baby besides not sleeping well. But I do remember when he was about 4… Continue reading Just a little More.
It is 9.30 AM on a Monday. I have already swept the kitchen floor 3 times, changed 2 outfits, wiped one bum, and attempted 2 pinterest crafts. I am exhausted and unsure how I will make it the rest of the day. This is hard. Thirty minutes later I am feeding my 1 year old… Continue reading Stuck in between: Parenting during the Pandemic
My second son is 8 months old today. Today is also the last day I nursed him. This decision was not by choice. I have been flaring since my son was 4 months old. At that point I was not ready to wean him and I used prednisone to treat my flare, hoping to buy… Continue reading Weaning