“Did I like the car when I was a baby?” my daughter recently asked, eyes wide and bright.  I paused.  I could tell her she hadn’t been a big fan of the car when she was a baby. That my work commute was long, that my time off was meager between giving birth and going back, that my body struggled

Have you ever spent an hour or so on Instagram, scrolling through the seemingly endless stream of mommy-blogs, only to suddenly start feeling sorry for yourself? I have. Don’t get me wrong; my life is good. My family is healthy, we have a roof over our heads, and plenty of food on the table. So what’s the problem? Well, this

It’s often implied that somewhere around the third trimester, pregnant women instinctively start to nest in anticipation of their newest little arrival. I’m not sure why this calling for me seems to manifest itself into baking pies, washing floorboards, and finally cleaning out those weird crumbs in the crevices in my oven, but it is what it is. As much

I love being a toddler-mom. There is something so magical about watching a tightly-swaddled little caterpillar of a baby transform into a reckless winged butterfly. There are few things I love more than watching my daughter learn, grow, and interact with the world around her. In fact, it often feels like I’m rediscovering the enchantment of life through the perspective

If I’m honest, the one thing that has really suffered since becoming a parent is my ability to fulfill my entertainment needs. Pre-baby, I could easily spend my days off work lying in bed, binge-watching an entire season on Netflix. I could crush a whole novel in one afternoon without interruption. I could watch a full movie without having to

We live in a world of constant motion and stimulus. We have goals, projects, shows to watch, social media feeds to scroll, places to go, and dear god; sometimes, it seems like the list of things we could be doing or should be doing never ends. Like many people, I spent most of my life succumbing to this insatiable rhythm

S.O.S. Send Help Day 18 of domestic occupation by the merciless regime known as “Influenza B”. Occupation began with highest ranking junior officer falling ill. She was immediately confined to personal quarters and former assignment at educational facility postponed. Due to depleted bodily resources from very recent attack by terrorist group known as “RSV”, said officer remained ill for over

Being a new mom is hard. It starts with enduring childbirth, which, unless you’re one of those orgasmic birthers, isn’t exactly a walk in the park. Next up? Dealing with the expectation to promptly recover postpartum. Yes, my peri-bottle and I will be back at the office by Monday. No problem. Then people start coming to visit. And talk. And

Hey Grandma. Nene. Gigi. Abuela.   There are many different names you might go by, but the role you play in our hearts is the same. You cradled me in your arms many moons ago, and now I am honored to watch you cradle children of my own. Encompassing them in your soft hands, and stroking their heads with your gentle

I was in my third trimester when I switched my prenatal care from a regular obstetrician at a hospital to a midwife at a birthing center. When I excitedly exclaimed to my friends and family, at 30 weeks pregnant, that I was now planning to have an unmedicated water birth, most people looked at me like I had lost my