The love for your child is like nothing you have ever experienced before. It’s instantaneous and fuels deep inside you. As your newborn curls on your chest, you feel the beat of their heart so close to yours, you feel love like you never thought possible— unless that doesn’t happen.
My child had slow uterine growth and I had a placental abruption at 32 weeks. Rapidly declining en route to hospital, advanced life support was called. My blood pressure was dangerously low.
Things were not looking good. Fortunately, bleeding was controlled but my small baby was under developed; the likelihood…
You know — the one about your 3 year old’s marshmallow and gummy vitamin kitchen heist in the middle of the night?
My youngest child tests me. He tests everyone. He is smart. And it knows it.
There is something about this kid. I cannot quite put my finger on that something, but he surely let us know the journey with him would be interesting when he was three.
The parenting handbook did not include this lesson. I cannot believe the chapter on middle-of-the-night snack heists was excluded. Gasp! Can I have my money back, please?
“What was that?” I…
My life experiences, or more appropriately how I responded to these circumstances, better define me.
Managing and recovering from a ruptured intestine, a broken neck and a placental abruption; caring for a sick child; returning to graduate school as a parent while working full time; leaving a job and people that I cared for after 16 years to start a new opportunity — these are some of the experiences that help define me.
When my son was born and let out a cry, the entire room was in awe — the entire room, except me. My first thought, “he is not an alien.”
The birth of my first child was an out of this world experience, literally. Some say all births are miracles, I suggest most are nature — but his was a miracle.
There was a team of thirteen health care workers at his birth; the team prepared for an unwell child. At 37 weeks, I had an amniocentesis to determine if he could be delivered then; at 37 weeks gestation, his…
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Publishing my first story on Medium (December 20, 2020), I didn’t know what to expect. I quickly found myself traveling a new path and, finally, creating a space to find my voice. I am stumbling through my words; transcribing them from convoluted thoughts into, hopefully, something that relates — and resonates with others.
The version of myself today is not the same as a few years ago. The chapters I am writing are slowly telling the who and how behind this evolution. They are also guiding further growth.
What began as a story about nighttime potty training transforms after a company shamed me, clearly describing my “Parenting Mistakes” and trying to sell me a $500 product so that I could do better.
This is the story of how an internet search led me to share a critical message for other parents: be kind to each other, especially in the digital age, and be sure to spare some kindness for yourself, too.
“Bladders are a muscle. For boys, it can take until the age of twelve years of age for this muscle to develop.” …
My zipper travels down my abdomen from my sternum to my pelvis. A scar below my clothing. The need to lay down after eating and the occasional poking sensation of the non-dissolving staples, two of the less graphic quirks and constant reminders of my non-typically functioning gut.
Navigating the adversity can be trying, but you find a way to make things work. You have to. The blessing — I live with a constant reminder that you never know what is going on under the surface. …
“Staff at a maternity department are being encouraged to use phrases such as ‘human milk’ and ‘chestfeeding’ as part of a new trans-friendly policy” (Metro). The pendulum swings.
I support Trans rights and inclusion, but does the pendulum need to swing so far as to re-write vocabulary and remove terms referring to human anatomy completely? This question is an honest and sincere one. Perhaps I am not as woke as I believe I am, and my ignorance is truly a learning opportunity. If so, I will take that with grace and integrity.
While I applaud the forward-thinking of a ‘gender…
I am a full-time working mom with two children, one with complex needs. Until recently, I was attending grad school, and had a 2.5 commute to work. On the surface, one might think it would be a struggle to find time for myself — I did it, so I know you can too. I am sharing how and what I learned to take care of myself and my mental health along the way, avoiding becoming an all-too-common statistic.
Inspired by family; passionate about community. Doing what I can to make someone else's day a little brighter.