I am done with Mom Guilt. I am done with feeling obligated to feel bad. Mom Guilt insinuates that I have done something wrong. And I can assure you, that in my 9 years of mothering, I have never once purposefully fallen short. Fallen short…for sure. But not for lack of trying. Some days I really […]Read More I am done with mom guilt.
Oh, girls. . . You’re giving me a run for my money today. . Mae, you cried more than usual last night. Which is saying a lot because you are a newborn, after all. I think you knew today was your due date so you were partying-celebrating your would-be birthday. I got frustrated and felt […]Read More In the Trenches
Disclaimer: Look, I am a super anxious person. I told Rob that if I was a rapper, my rap name would be Defrost because I have no chill. The absolute last adjective someone would use to describe me is “relaxed”. So, if you’re a person who over-analyzes, over-googles and over-reacts, this is probably a great […]Read More A C-Section Birth Story: For Those of You with No Chill, Like Me
Now this is the story all about how My life got flipped, turned upside down And I’d like to take a minute just sit right there I’ll tell you how I became the….girl who ended up in a random hospital off 81. Gosh, I really humor myself sometimes. But seriously, “flipped and turned upside down” […]Read More My Placenta Previa Story
First, I know there hasn’t been much happening around here lately. I often feel like I cannot write about things until I really process them. So, although I have drafted posts on second pregnancy with titles like “I Forgot About the Sweating” and “Weathering Unnecessary Emotional Breakdowns”, I am not quite ready to hit publish […]Read More #KillianReads: Tell Me More & After I Do
I have a thing for cults and weird religious stuff. Scientology documentary? Sign me up! Wild Wild Country? Still thinking about it. Sister Wives? Yeah, ashamed to admit I watch it during the good old “when we had cable” days. So, when I came across Hanna Who Fell from the Sky I was immediately intrigued […]Read More #KillianReads: Hanna Who Fell From the Sky
Two Croc-laden feet, tucked under to boost him to the table. Tiny chambray shirt holding onto his mama’s arm. He asked “Pretty please, sit by me?”. She obliged. I thought of the baby we didn’t know. And the one we don’t know yet. I thought of my girl, feet now dangling towards the floor. I […]Read More Mother’s Day – 2018.
It. is. happening. I am having a baby. And I would say I don’t believe it but that would be a bold faced lie. I do believe it because I am moody as hell, I have a four month bump (I am not four months along, yet) and too many turns in the car makes […]Read More When You Finally Get Pregnant–and You Feel a Little Bit Guilty.
There are two standard dreaded stages of parenting: the terrible twos (potty training, grocery store meltdowns, and food refusal) or the teens (eye rolling, dating, eating one out of house and home). But for me, upon learning I was pregnant, I immediately feared how I would parent from ages 7 to 9. I am not […]Read More Seven Year Olds Aren’t So Scary
I was the kind of mom that hovered over when someone held my baby. Is she fussing? She might be hungry. I think her paci is going to fall out. Here, I will just take her. It took me a good while to recognize and embrace the notion that my child was her very own […]Read More Open Hands.