“I’m having a nervous breakdown.” I clinch the phone against my chin while bouncing Sophie on my hip. Despite being 10 months old, she still cannot grasp how to squeeze her legs around my hip; instead, she dangles like a broken rag doll and I am always in the process of hoisting or almost dropping … Continue reading
The baby is sleeping. After hours of playing, distracting, attempting to feed, lie with, rock (all to be met with a stiff back and screeching), Sophie is finally passed out in her bed. After the horrendous tragedy that befell us two nights ago – which involved Alex and I in the kitchen and Sophie disappearing … Continue reading
I recently saw one of my best single girlfriends (shocker!) and of course, Sophie was in tow. Magically, she sat quietly and played with her toys while I lived vicariously through my friend’s exciting, unpredictable life. (She goes on vacation! She goes to restaurants! She gets dressed and leaves her apartment with nothing but a … Continue reading
I don’t like to admit when I’m wrong. Before I entered the baby sphere, people told me all sorts of things. I took their words of “wisdom” with a grain of salt, as I do with most advice, instead knowing that our baby would be different. Our baby would sleep by herself through the night from birth. Our baby would never … Continue reading
Sophie is almost 6 months old. She can pretty much sit on her own, with the few occasional tumbles to her face, which she takes like a champ. She has no real interest in crawling (I blame this on our lack of carpet) but can move backwards, sideways and around and around in circles. But … Continue reading
I’ve been thinking a lot about mistakes lately. Not for any particular reason other than the “mistakes” in my life have led me to the very best outcomes. It’s funny how we spend so much time working hard, trying to climb this invisible ladder to get comfortable enough, yet few of us ever do. We … Continue reading
I’ve been duped. It’s no surprise that I’ve had a massive love affair with my daughter (just see all prior posts). And being somewhat of an expert on love affairs (as previously written about here), I know what I’m talking about. Love affairs are dangerous. What looks shiny and new is just an illusion. When … Continue reading
Being pregnant is a beautiful time. I was reminded of this as I was talking to a friend who is 33 weeks pregnant. I remember feeling so calm and excited, washing and folding Sophie’s clothes, finishing the nursery and spending every waking second with my husband and puppy, as I knew our lives were about … Continue reading
Sophie is 15 weeks old today. I think back to when I was fifteen weeks pregnant, how all of this stretched before me, a virtual uncertainty; how I used to ponder the day-to-day, the labor and delivery, the health of the baby, and especially my own ability to take care of a living, breathing, helpless … Continue reading
It’s a familiar scene. Mothers everywhere recognize it – that “half” attention to detail that seems to run your lives once a baby arrives. Perhaps your makeup is only half-done, your hair thrown loosely in a bun (or chopped off due to increased shedding); you only give perfunctory kisses to your spouse, you live in … Continue reading
