I couldn’t feed my baby. Those words still haunt me.
We celebrate the days the waiting stopped.
Who cares if I cling, just a bit, to his babyhood?
Motherhood means dwelling within these transitions.
These are the nights that remind me that I do not, in fact, wish for anything else.
I know it's not anyone’s fault that she’s screaming, yet I look for someone to blame.
Most aspects of life are adventurous when you add a 2 and a 4-year-old into the mix. Taking them to the OBGYN while pregnant, however, is extra special.
It wasn’t love at first sight. It wasn’t the sudden chemistry that one would expect given I’m crazy for you now.
Everyone keeps telling me, reassuring me, that you do in fact love the second as much as the first.
I did everything I could to fall backwards, not forwards, and succeeded, only to land on Norah’s leg, that clung innocently monkey-like to my back.