Parenthood can be an emotional roller coaster. With a new baby on the way, your family will experience changes. Therefore, the best way to combat anxiety is to prepare for the challenges you may face.
No one should co-opt your C-section story for their birth agenda. Just like shaming women about how they breastfeed or formula-feed is anti-feminist, so is shaming them and questioning them about how they birth.
Though I'm overjoyed to be reveling in what I feel is my "complete family," I can now say with complete confidence that having two kids is no freaking joke.
My carefree life had already been obliterated with the birth of our first child. We'd barely notice the addition of a mere 8 to 10 pounds' worth of additional human in our household. This was what I told myself, along with a few other handy lies...
I love my stretch marks, because they are a constant reminder of who I am. But they are only a part of what defines me. I am so much more than a mom. I am a woman, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a wife, a thinker, a writer, a deep feeler, a dreamer, a doer.
Many years ago, while still full of life, my boobs raised eyebrows. Now they are flat like pancakes. If only they were still round like pancakes.
You have somehow transported yourself into a different dimension where everyone talks about themselves in the third person, as in, "Mama needs some time to herself, like, for real..."
Over time, you find that the love isn't split into three, it's multiplied by three, and that sharing isn't sharing anymore; it's a way of life that is so natural, beautiful and fulfilling that you can't imagine any other way.
I often tell people that Jane is the most beautiful to me when she is standing in expansive spaces (like a field or a forest) gazing around. There is something ethereal about that.
A common conversation around the house regarding baby: "Have you tried X technique? It worked yesterday." "But today isn't yesterday." Seriously, just when you think you've gotten the hang of something, the pattern changes.
As she introduced me, I took a seat on the floor in the front of the room with my guitar. My son grabbed his guitar and sat down next to me, so close that our guitars banged into each other. I moved a couple of inches away from him to give myself some room, but he inched toward me.
In the shadowy haze of that radar, my baby's heart fluttered like a moth and in that split second everything that came before -- everything -- disappeared. Poof. Gone. In a heart beat, because of a heartbeat.
Did you buy into this vision that being pregnant would make you an angelic round lump of contented domesticity with a perfect bun in the oven and out of it? I hope that, by now, you agree with me that we've all figured out this is a bunch of bull.
I commend you on owning that your annoyance may be due to your hormones and general feeling of discomfort, and not to your husband actually being annoying. So, here is a quick plan to make you less likely to kill him.
Having a baby is probably the most amazing thing most of us can do during our lives. We are creating a whole new person. And yet, the terminology surrounding this magic would be better suited for describing laying tile or any other number of mundane processes.
I knew that just one month ago, before we had Aspen, I could've easily handled this situation, but now, trying to hold a crying baby, while caring for a puking kid and an emotionally distraught little girl, felt like too much.