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Babies, especially ones under six months, can be hard to really “play” with, in the traditional sense of the word. Back when I wrote this post about mama guilt, I found that several people considered the lack of play with their young babies to be a real source of guilt for them. Since my son falls into […]
I step onto the ferry on a flawless Friday morning, ticket in hand, earbuds pumping something upbeat with a lot of bass. For the first time in a long time, I am just another person in a crowd—no protruding belly to remark on, no tiny baby for others to coo over. I’m headed to the […]
The hospital will charge you for EVERYTHING you use while there. And maybe even some you don’t. Do yourself a favor and request an itemized bill after you get home. I’m so glad we did, because we found several large charges for things we never received. Don’t let the hospital reps bully you—they can always […]
It’s a fact: all the opinionated, judgmental, handsy naysayers come out of the woodwork when you get pregnant. Suddenly, everyone wants a piece of the pie. Some of the bold (read: obnoxious) ones will tell you exactly how you should cook the pie; the bolder still will try to get their grubby little paws right on […]
Having worked in childcare for many years before getting pregnant with my son, I thought I had it all figured out when it came to expectations. I knew about the endless diapers full of mustardy poop and the grate-on-your-nerves cry of a colicky baby. I’d had any number of bodily fluids leaked and wiped and exploded on […]
“Unfortunately, I’m not seeing a heartbeat.” The technician gives me her best sympathetic face and my hands ball in my paper gown, willing her to leave before my fist lands between her perfectly plucked eyebrows. The feeling of anger surprises me as it wells up in me quick and strong, but there’s no denying the […]
Our son really does make everything better. But it’s still the end of a long era of coupledom and in my own way, I mourn that loss.
Pregnant women are a curious bunch. In a time of total uncertainty and questioning (Is that a leg or a hand in my rib? Will my husband pass out during the delivery? Am I going to wind up on the news for giving birth to a 15 pound baby?) they’re hungry for information. Us mamas […]
The nurse very calmly looked at me and said, “I want you to really hear me. It is OK to feed your child formula. Plenty of people have done it before and their children turn out just fine. My son is 23 years old and never got a drop of breastmilk in his life; he’s one of the healthiest people I know. This is a very short stage in your child’s life. In two years, you’ll have totally different concerns and you won’t be worried about this at all. Give yourself a break. Sleep when your baby sleeps. Let yourself enjoy him. I’m giving you permission to stop torturing yourself, because I think that’s what you need to hear.”
Even before I became a mother, I had my fair share of guilt. I felt guilty for texting instead of calling to catch up with friends. I felt guilty for throwing cardboard in the trash can because I was too lazy to take it out to the recycling bin. I felt guilty for drinking three […]
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