Motherhood is a brave journey. It's always been this brave thing to raise another independent, pushing the limits, melt your heart at night, love them forever even when they drive you crazy, human. That's what you're doing. Even on those tired days.
My husband would make the world's greatest father. But that alone isn't reason enough for me to become the mother I've never wanted to be, take on crushing financial burden or add more to my already too-full plate.
The truest thing I can figure out is that attaining and maintaining happiness has a lot less to do with making the correct choices, and more to do with cultivating an ability to weather change with all the courage, humility, curiosity and amusement we can muster.
Let's face it, the medical professional who is about to guide you through the next nine months is going to see and experience a lot more of you, so you might as well get the sex questions off your chest!
2. You know the difference right away between his hurt cry and all the other ones, and only respond immediately to the former.
If you cover because it makes YOU feel better, then by all means keep covering up. I support you. But if you cover to make OTHER PEOPLE feel better, well then sister, come sit by me and we'll nurse in public together.
This tendency for vaccinating parents to stay out of the discussion is what's causing vaccination to lose its bandwagon appeal. Anti-vaxers are loud. The rest of us need to be loud too, because there's nothing crunchy about a resurgence of polio.
I am strong because even though I only parent one child, I am a mother of three. I am strong because I have carried three children full term but two already reside in Heaven. I am strong because I chose to cling onto hope and faith when everything else was against us.
The only thing pregnant women hate more than forced temporary sobriety is forced small talk with strangers but it seems that as long as there are pregnancies, there will be strangers demanding to know all about them.
Whether you're actually trying to get pregnant or are really hoping you're not, each month can present a whole lot of guessing, speculation, and watching out for the classic early pregnancy symptoms. The problem is, those symptoms are anything but concrete.
Little kids. They're sticky. They drip a lot. And they mess up our stuff. But we wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. We can't. We're actually not allowed. Most countries have very strict laws against it. So, since they're still ours for the next 18 or so years, let's learn from them.
As much as I am an advocate of breastfeeding, I also think it's important to be truthful about the difficulties to help mothers be prepared. Let's both encourage moms to breastfeed and give them the tools to assist them to stop when they move through that sensitive time.
I have no doubt that every mother will agree with me when I say that during pregnancy, the only thing worse than the stretch marks and bad gas are the hours of bad parenting advice you get from every source imaginable.
My husband recently wrote on Babble about our struggle with the news that we're expecting twins. His essay received a lot of comments -- mostly negative. While I share my husband's sentiments, I wanted to tell my own version of our experience.
I know now -- now that I'm three kids in -- that being a new mom and losing your mind have plenty in common.
If you broke, who would stay up at night, terrified of the shadows? Who would hold your tiny miracle just right, who would love him and smell the top of his head? Who would stare at him, marveling while he slept in their arms?