Midnight is a bitch of an hour. It’s dark. It’s deathly silent (well, until your baby wakes up coughing and screaming). It’s brutally honest. And it’s in the dark, honest silence where I often find myself asking life’s biggest questions as I gently rock my baby boy back to sleep. I rub my cheek on …
Most breastfeeding moms hate pumping, but I look forward to it sometimes. While I am at work, it is often my only quiet time. At home, it is my alone time. It is ironic that doing something for someone else is what I consider my alone time. That’s right … I find it relaxing to …
I mom. I work. I wife. I school. I bake. Not necessarily in that order. But, I don’t clean (often). I don’t laundry (at least not often enough). I don’t cook (every night). In other words, I don’t do it all and sometimes, I don’t do what I do well enough to qualify as doing it. …
What does motherhood look like? Is it one size fits all? Do we all wear it a little differently? Answers … I don’t know, no and um, yeah. This selfie was taken at 6pm on a Friday night. Last night, my son, nearly 8 months old, was up at 10 with Dad, 11 with me, then …
When I was pregnant, everyone was so excited. Co-workers couldn’t wait to meet and snuggle my baby. Friends were excited and eager to come over and play. I was genuinely excited about the prospect of my son having a slew of surrogate aunts and uncles – a wide net to lean on and call on …
Dads. Husbands (DH). Significant Others (SO). Other Half (OH). Partners in crime. Whatever you call them, the fathers of our children often get a bad rap. As a new mom, I joined pretty much any and every Facebook group of fellow moms. I quickly learned that some of these dads were going to make me …
I have always heard that you never know the true power of love until you know the love of a parent for a child. I never understood that the love they were referring to was a completely different kind of love – one that is all consuming, unapologetic, inexplicable, completely irrational and wholly fulfilling. In …
As I stare down at the wide-mouthed rabid zombie violently attacking my boob with his mouth, I coo and shush and remember his sweet, angelic sleeping face I’d lovingly stared at just seconds ago and I thank the nipple Gods for giving me flat nipples that require me to use nipple shields. And, as I …
We are a little over two days away from finding out whether Baby AJ is a boy or a girl and I wish that is where my focus was. Instead, I am focused on stress at work and the stress of finding a home to raise our family in. Every once in a while, at …
Had I known our decision to cloth diaper would turn into a debate of presidential proportions among friends and co-workers, I’d have kept my decision to myself. I had no idea how passionate people were about disposable diapers … I mean babies poop and pee in them, it’s not like national health care or a …
