The Loneliness of Nursing
I sat on our soft, suede couch with my arms propped up on my pale green nursing pillow. A blanket was draped over my shoulders and my newborn son was …
Four Weeks Ago
The edge of my thumbnail is jagged. I must have snagged it on the door or a drawer earlier in the evening. I run my pointer finger over the rough …
Babies Don’t Come with Instructions
I have a 2-year old. Sometimes I need to repeat that to myself out loud. My son is TWO YEARS OLD. I have survived two whole years of adulting and …
This, Too, Shall Pass: Taking New Motherhood One Day at a Time
The minute I saw her I knew that my whole life had changed. I knew that I would never love anyone or anything as much as her. I knew that …