I don’t know about you, but I didn’t think I’d want to be a stay-at-home-mom (SAHM). I started the parenting game several years later than most of my friends and was enjoying the fruits of an advancing career. When I became pregnant, I envisioned myself as the kind of mother that would take her three months of maternity leave and

After my son was born, I experienced this strange type of grief. I felt myself grieving that he was no longer so close to me, that he was now living outside my body. It was a little strange because after nine months I thought I was SO ready to not be pregnant anymore.  That grief slowly left and was replaced

As an expecting first-time mom, I was overwhelmed with the information and advice thrown at me. I wrote things down. I read books. I tried to remember everything because it all sounded so important. Then, my son was born, and I was thrust into this new role everyone had been trying to prepare me for.  After some time in the

Whether you’re battling a colicky baby, a newborn that is up every hour to nurse, or a toddler who just seems to have no chill mode – sleep deprivation as a new parent is a real thing. So how can you best navigate those sleepless nights when your little one just doesn’t seem to get a good night’s sleep? Read

Broaching the subject of miscarriage is difficult, but, let’s do it anyway. Miscarriage at any stage is devastating and my heart goes out to all mamas that have had this experience. I grieve with you. I’ve had three miscarriages and each one has brought about a different set of emotions.  However, there has always been one constant. Blaming questions. Was

“Don’t worry; once the baby comes and you start nursing, all that weight will fall right off!” Does this sound familiar to you? I can’t tell you how many times I was told this before my daughter was born, and it brought me a great sense of relief as I battled internally with the fact that my pregnancy had earned

After 38 long weeks of carrying a baby inside me and nearly three months of caring for said child postpartum, I was ready for some adult time. When my partner suggested getting away to celebrate the new year, part of me welcomed the idea with open arms, while another part of me was immediately riddled with anxiety. While I knew

One day, when my first baby was just a month old, I was feeding him and talking to my mom who had come for a visit. As I gently rocked the baby and he drifted off to sleep my mom commented wistfully, “No matter how many kids you have, you never get moments quite like this again.” At the time

“Create a Schedule.” I have read so many books on scheduling that I could probably teach a university course on the subject. Just kidding. I will definitely leave that to the scheduling professionals. But in all seriousness, I go back and forth between having every minute of the day scheduled out and just winging it and seeing what the day

Every now and then, I like to reflect on what life was like before a global pandemic.  I remember the regularity of my schedule:  In the mornings I’d wake up early, drop my two-year-old son off at daycare, and head to work. At my job, I was in the company of my colleagues as we trivialized over literature, writing techniques,