I have cried every day this week. Grad school, depression, and parenting are colluding to convince me that I will never be happy, that I am not the student or parent or partner I want and need to be, that I will always disappoint and fail those around me and myself. Read More A Womb of One’s Own: No Touching!
As the end of June creeps up on me, something else is creeping up as well: Gabe’s first birthday and the point where we discus weaning. While I adore my son and the benefits of breastfeeding, I am also looking forward to regaining my body as my own.
At one point or another, many of us will either have kids or have friends who have kids. Believe me when I say that your kid-bearing friends still want to hang out with you, despite constantly turning down your Facebook invites to parties, barbecues, and shows. We still want to socialize, it’s just that socializing as a parent is a bit more complicated. Read More A Womb of One’s Own: The Childfree and the Parents
I’ve been lucky enough to stay at home with my son for the first nine months of his life, and will continue to do so until he’s a year old. This summer, however, we have to go through the great separation. Yep, it’s time for childcare. Read More A Womb of One’s Own: Daycares
There comes a time when, if you have a baby, you’ll need to carry that baby somewhere. And that somewhere will be someplace that’s inconvenient with a stroller and is too far to carry them bare-armed comfortably. It’s at that moment when you’ll realize the value of a good baby carrier.
When I was pregnant, I was convinced that I was going to be a super hippie granola mom – I’d wear Gabe constantly, do skin-to-skin all summer long, and lull him to sleep in the carrier as I went about my day. When he arrived, I was armed with two MobyWraps and a wealth of good intentions. What I learned, however, was that despite my choices, the baby carrier would be chosen by the one being carried, not the one doing the carrying. Read More A Womb of One’s Own: Carry That Weight
I wish I could explain the urge in me to have another baby. In the past 24 hours, I’ve gotten less than three hours’ sleep, been bitten and scratched by my darling progeny, and spent hours sitting on the floor and pushing a wooden car over things for his amusement while my adult responsibilities went untouched. But I jump at even the half-joking chance to try for a second child. Read More A Womb of One’s Own: It Takes Two
There are terrible things about babies, and there are awesome things about babies. What’s exceptionally awesome? Their inability to fake an emotion. Babies are the most brutally honest people you’ll meet. Read More A Womb of One’s Own: Brutally Honest Baby
Breastfeeding has been one of the most difficult and rewarding experiences of my life. It’s intimate, it’s painful, it’s made me cry, and it’s the second-biggest sacrifice I’ve made with my body. Starting Gabe on solids, by contrast, has been easy, funny, and an experience that we’ve been able to share with friends and family. Read More A Womb of One’s Own: Baby and Food