Today was World Prematurity Day. My second son was technically premature born at 36 weeks. However, we are so fortunate that he had no complications. It did make me realize that I have not written about his birth. So in honor of that, here goes. Trigger warning for those who had traumatic births, or are… Continue reading A Baby Story
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