That’s the minimum amount of ounces I’ve pumped for my son since he was born. I would have an exact number, except my phone shit the bed a few weeks ago and Apple had to wipe it clean. If I had been on my game, I would’ve posted an entry on my exclusive pumping journey… Continue reading 16,283 Ounces—Give or Take a Few Hundred
Sometime during the fall of last year, I read something that really upset me. I was in the middle of some struggle—teething, or bad anxiety, or feeling like I’d messed something up or something wasn’t going right, just…something. As I often do in times of high emotion, I opened a new post screen and wrote out a… Continue reading Rainbows & Unicorns: We Are Not Superheroes…
I’ll start this off by saying my son’s first Christmas was lovely, magical, emotional, stressful, silly, rushed, exciting, overwhelming, exhausting, fulfilling, and perfect in all its imperfection. I meant to write this post before Christmas, but ran out of time and energy. I’m glad I waited until after the holiday because now I have a different perspective.… Continue reading Where Are You, Christmas?
HAPPY NEW YEAR!! Check it out! Another “Year in Review”…the second for this blog. You know what that means, right? I’ve blogged for a whole year on the same blog! Okay, so, maybe I took a hiatus after the birth of my son for a few months there…but, still, I’ve tried hard to get back… Continue reading Round Two: “My Year in Review”
Finally got the courage to write another post for publishing on the Rainbows & Unicorns blog. (The last time I published on there was in August! I don’t know why I get such stage fright when I think of writing for that blog. I write here all the time, often with much less forethought.) Anyway, it went up… Continue reading Rainbows & Unicorns: No, You Can’t Hold My Baby
Sometimes, pretty cool and amazing things happen when you least expect them. A year and a half ago, I created an anonymous blog and associated Twitter account in an attempt to dig myself out of a depression following my second miscarriage. I was desperate to find comfort in others who could relate, as the majority… Continue reading A New Adventure
In some alternate reality, I’m a mother of a one-year-old. Grief is strange. It’s unpredictable. It never fully goes away, but comes in waves that just get spaced further apart over time. Grief changes. On the heels of finding out I was pregnant for the third time, I felt closure on July 6th, 2014—the estimated due… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Little One ♥