You Are Enough

A couple of days ago a good friend sent me a text “please tell me it’s ok to stop nursing, I am drowning” or something to that effect. It got me thinking. We are so hard on ourselves. I mean we were hard on ourselves pre-covid but now? This situation we are living in is…

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A Rough Start… Who Knew Some Babies Need A Tan?

If you read my post last week you know that my second son was born in January.  After a rough delivery on Friday morning, we were released on Sunday evening. For a while we weren’t entirely sure if we would be allowed to leave on Sunday because the pediatrician on staff was concerned about my…

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Welcome to the World

My second son, Matthew, was born on January 3rd.  His birth was both traumatic and empowering.  After a rough pregnancy, my team of doctors was fairly convinced that my baby would be arriving early.  His due date was December 26th, the day after Christmas.  I have to admit that I was really worried that he…

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They Are Always Listening

I am the mother of two daughters and one son.  Three small children who follow me around all day long, tug at my legs, and won’t even let me pee in peace.  They are always around; always listening.  This has never been more apparent until recently. One morning I was standing in my bathroom doing…

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#metoo

#metoo I was raped, repeatedly, over a period of many years by the man I called my father. #metoo I drank too much one night in college and said no. He didn’t listen. #metoo I have been whistled at, stared at, and had unwanted and unwelcomed advances. #metoo I know more women who are survivors…

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My Pledge

A day lasts 24 hours. A year 365 days. When you have a newborn each hour feels like an eternity and a second all in the same breath. They grow so quickly. Each stage lasts entirely too long and flies by entirely too quickly. It’s a strange thing. Newborns cry. A lot. And I often…

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Dear Body, Thank You

Dear Body, Thank you. Simple words. Deep meaning. My body wasn’t always something I treasured or even liked. For much of my life my body was the focus of someone else’s abuse, and later my own hatred. For 15 years I treated my body with contempt. An eating disorder ravaged my body and my mind.…

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Thank You LC’s and IBCLC’s

On December 23, 2010, I was done with breastfeeding. I had been triple feeding (nursing, then pumping, then supplementing with my expressed milk) in an effort to raise my newborn son’s weight and I was exhausted. I had been doing it since he was born on December 10th, had gone to see two different IBCLCs…

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Dear Grace

Dear Grace, I can not believe that in 3 short months you will be 3 years old. Your time with me has impacted my life so greatly that it seems much longer. My girlie. You came into this world on an icy January night. Two hours of pushing a baby we didn’t know was almost…

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