Now that I’ve finally shared the news (we are expecting another baby boy!) I can start sharing reviews of the cool free and inexpensive baby stuff I’ve come across. Since this will be my husband’s and my second child together but third child in our family (full time stepdaughter, wild child two-year-old), everything I can … Continue reading Hello Baby Box by Babylist Review
Trigger warning: This article contains accounts of an eating disorder. It all started in 2007. I was 19 years old, living in a dorm and experiencing all that college and living independently had to offer. After several semesters of eating everything available in the student food court, drinking to my heart's content, and gaining well … Continue reading Meat Eater
When my husband and I found out we were expecting, he had one main fear - that I wouldn’t love his then six-year-old (my stepdaughter) as if she was my own. I wouldn’t love her “the same” as I loved my son. And he was right, I wouldn’t. To him, this meant that I would … Continue reading Why Stepparent Love is a Different Kind of Love: A Letter to my Stepdaughter
Trigger warning: This article contains accounts of domestic violence. The timeline is blurred, but the results are the same. In 2013, I took in a stray. This stray came in the form of a house-hopping, shaggy haired guitarist who I worked with serving tables. I was in nursing school and admired his "didn't-give-a-damn" attitude and … Continue reading bruised.
When my son was born at 28 weeks gestation, my husband and I were completely unprepared. Being a first time mother and having a perfectly healthy pregnancy up until the day my water broke (in the middle of the psychiatric hospital where I worked), we had not planned for a situation in which my son would … Continue reading 5 Things to Expect as the Parent of a Preemie
Your bed lies empty by the door. I don't have the heart to move it. I try...oh, I try. But if I do, it means you're really gone. You can't be really gone. The silent air suffocates me. Air that once carried the pitter patter of warm puppy paws across the floor boards, the clanging … Continue reading Empty.
As I clean the macaroni and cheese off the floor, my shorts, and my toddler for the 12th time in as many days, all I can think about is a date night. I dream of dressing up in my fanciest outfit, heading to the nicest restaurant in town with no screaming children in tow and … Continue reading Date Night
Hug me, mommy, Please just hold me tight each time I cry. I know you’re tired and I’m sorry. Maybe one more lullaby? Guide me, daddy. Show me how to know the right from wrong. No one’s taught me yet, I haven’t been here very long. Lead me, mommy. Please, I just want … Continue reading Hug Me, Mommy
Am I doing enough? This question races through my mind daily, from sun up to sun down. Am I doing enough for my preemie son? Am I doing enough for my stepdaughter? Am I doing enough for my husband? Am I doing enough for myself? After my husband and I got married, we decided that … Continue reading Mom Guilt