When I became pregnant, every adult I knew that had both children and dogs were quick to relay that my days of prioritizing Gigi were dwindling. Pregnant and hormonal, it enraged and saddened me.
During my pregnancy my husband, Mr. Rosenberg, kept me supplied with the white bread sandwiches I was craving. He didn't complain when our bed was turned into a repository for oddly shaped body pillows. He played the guitar and sang, "I Love You a Bushel and a Peck," to me and The Tummy.
My number one piece of advice is simply this: be as informed as possible. Regardless of what kind of birthing experience you think you want, your best birth will always be an informed one. Here are a few things to consider before the big day arrives.
While my kids have had their share of illnesses, this was one of the longer bouts my son has experienced. Playing nursemaid, I learned a lot about how to care for my ailing toddler.
Motherhood has such a strange dichotomy. It is life-giving and exhausting. It constantly exercises my faith, tests my patience, and stretches my heart. But, as a result, my faith and patience are stronger.
Preemie moms know loss. They know what it's like to imagine their futures and those of their children and know that maybe it will be much harder than they ever imagined. But they also know other things.
What if we, as mothers, actually embraced our postpartum figures? What if we cherished our bodies and valued what -- and who -- they have so skillfully created instead?
Having suffered through five miscarriages, my wife and I were thrilled when we found out our third is on the way. We thought our 6-year-old would share in our joy and celebration, so we decided to get the whole thing on video. Big mistake.
Like a storm, breastfeeding is a strange combination of magic and normalcy. It is something to marvel at and respect, not hide away.
I would have given a kidney if someone would have done any of these things for me after the birth of my second child. To the people who brought my family food while I was so busy with my baby, you will never know the full extent of my gratitude!
Even though my daughter is still just a toddler, I see what parenting is evolving into for older children and I am scared of what lies ahead. I am scared because even though we have more knowledge, we are letting go of our judgement.
It isn't easy, since nothing worth doing ever is, but these first days and weeks and months will unfold and so will your love.
For the entire first year of your life, Cody, I kept wondering when the wonderment of being your mother would wear off. And after 12 months of diapers and white noise, nursing and nighttime battles, babbles and snuggles and something new learned every day, I've come to the conclusion that it never will.
It's funny because I feel like I only just said hello to breastfeeding. And yet it's already time to say goodbye to one of the best times of my life.
Golden ages are characterized by stability, harmony, prosperity. Is it any surprise I don't want this time to end? Who would?! Let's be golden forever!
First off, you look great. You'll look pretty good eight years from now, too, but for the record, right now you look great. I just wanted to let you know a few things before you get started on that whole having a baby, and then having three babies, thing.