In the past few weeks, the issue of contraception as valid health care has come into the spotlight. While I’m not surprised that the Republican party has decided to rally against it under the guise of “religious liberty,” I am surprised that, for a party that claims to be fiscally conservative, they wouldn’t acknowledge the economic facts of birth control, pregnancy, and birth. Read More A Womb of One’s Own: The Cost of Pregnancy
I came up with this column idea while sitting in my car on Alki, staring at the Seattle skyline and trying not to cry. It was 9:30 p.m. on Monday, and I’d shoved my darling baby at my darling husband, announced I was leaving for a while, and walked out the door. I’d been awake and parenting since 4 a.m., and I was done. Read More A Womb of One’s Own: An Hour of One’s Own
I wish someone would have rather graphically explained to me what happens when you’re a parent and you’re sick. You know the sweet relief of crawling into bed in the middle of the day, hopped up on cold medicine, and ready to doze the afternoon away? Kiss it goodbye, because you won’t see it for a long, long time. Read More A Womb of One’s Own: Ch-ch-ch-changes
Being a feminist and parenting a son are, for me, two equally important things that may not always co-exist peacefully. I am constantly questioning if the language and behavior used around him or about him is unfairly stereotyped, or if I’m pursuing a level of lifetime hyper-vigilance that is uncomfortable to maintain at all times. Read More A Womb of One’s Own: Let’s Talk About Non-Gendering, Baby
A year ago this week, we saw Gabe for the first time. At the time, he wasn’t “Gabe,” he was a thing, an idea, a possibility.
This week, Gabe finally left behind the baby-potato stage for good: he started crawling. This, in conjunction with his new diet involving solid foods, has forced me to reconsider my offspring. No longer is he just an infant, a squalling lump with a propensity for pooping through his clothing, but he’s a baby on the inevitable track to toddler and child. Read More A Womb of One’s Own: Caution, Baby on the Move
Last year, I made one resolution: to give birth to a healthy child who wouldn’t grow up to kill and eat people. Thus far, I’m willing to say I’ve succeeded. This year, my resolution is again Gabe-centric: to accept the limits of what I can do with our time together, and to enjoy what I have. Read More A Womb of One’s Own: Let Go and Let Gabe
I’m not a particularly religious person, but this Christmas is a big one for us. It’s our first Christmas as parents, and Gabe’s first Christmas, period. I’m hoping the traditions we start with him now are ones that he’ll not only enjoy (or at least tolerate), but maybe pass on to his kids. Read More A Womb of One’s Own: Baby’s First Christmas Traditions