It’s been ten days since I started reducing food via my daughter’s feeding gastrostomy tube (g-tube) in our third weaning attempt. Under the watchful eyes of the Seattle Children’s Hospital …
I was going to write about how this process has been exhausting, frustrating, and disappointing. How hard it is to be away from my firstborn when she calls crying everyday …
In a few days I will stop feeding my child. I will do it slowly, dropping meals over a week’s time. I will not give in and feed her the …
But the rest of the world was having no part of it. Because this sweet soul was big. A gentle giant of sorts.
By Bethany Thies. I have an ex-husband and sometimes, I wonder what he's up to.
By Kristen Welch. I looked at my mess—the imperfections and the disqualifiers—and I said yes to a big dream anyway.
By Janelle Hanchett. It’s a strange moment when you realize the system is not for your child.
It’s been a long time since I’ve put pen to paper, finger to key, derrière’ to office chair. But my how I’ve missed the gratification that comes from recording our memories. I’ve never been diligent at keeping up with baby books, so my personal blog is the place I would go to record little anecdotes of our life. But, after tucking the kids into bed, lately I’ve wanted nothing more than to bury my head in a pillow or veg out on the couch with some dark chocolate covered almonds.
Motherhood has no KPIs. But every day feels like a performance review.
My family suffered and is still suffering immeasurable grief; to lose a son, a brother, a nephew, a grandchild, a best friend, the love of your life is something that no one can explain until they have experienced it themselves.