Baby Stuff

Hummus with a side of Epipen

As I’ve watched my older child steadily outgrow his food allergies, or at least those known allergies where we’ve been able to gradually increase his tolerance through small and safe amounts, it has apparently given me a false sense of security for my baby’s food allergies. This all came crashing down on Thursday.

Postpartum

Breastfeeding as an Exercise of Privilege

In covering breastfeeding topics I’m speaking from my own experience as a nursing mother. This is my second round of nursing, and it wasn’t an idyllic start either time. With my first, tongue-tied baby, it was horrible and I’m still surprised that I kept nursing him. I will be forever grateful to the lactation consultants that… Continue reading Breastfeeding as an Exercise of Privilege

Toddler Mayhem

A Bad Day of Toddler Assholery

My two-year old can be challenging, as I’ve heard two-year olds are wont to be. Some days this challenging behavior shows up as big mood swings, extended tantrums, or general freak outs over things that matter or not, like a big reaction to a scraped knee – which is totally legitimate – or a huge meltdown over… Continue reading A Bad Day of Toddler Assholery

Postpartum

Protecting the Milk Supply

I spend a lot of time making milk. I’m either nursing my baby or pumping while I work so our nanny can feed him. Sometimes he’s so distracted on weekends that I end up having to pump when I could have nursed, or I’m tied up cooking dinner or wiping my toddler’s butt so my husband… Continue reading Protecting the Milk Supply

Toddler Mayhem

Preschool Lottery – Panic Time

I haven’t published anything in the last week. It’s not writer’s block as I’m still full of opinions. I even have a few posts on draft about important topics like milk supply and boob care. The last few weeks of my life have been completely consumed by last minute research for our city’s preschool lottery. The Preschool Lottery… Continue reading Preschool Lottery – Panic Time

Postpartum · Pregnancy

Holy Shit, I got my VBAC

The idea of a baby coming out of your vagina is a strange one. Yes, it’s the way it’s supposed to happen, but that didn’t mean wrapping my mind around it was easy. There were moments in labor when I wondered why I hadn’t just scheduled another c-section, shown up at the appointed time and place, been sliced open and handed my baby. In the hard moments that seemed like the more civilized option.

Pregnancy

Yes, I Was Induced for a VBAC

As I mentioned in an earlier post, the decision as to whether or try for a VBAC or schedule another c-section was left up to me. There were some caveats in my ability to decide. Before I get into that, I want to stress something – all women are entitled to make their own medical… Continue reading Yes, I Was Induced for a VBAC

Postpartum · Pregnancy

I Don’t Regret My C-Section

When my first son – a butt-down, feet up breech baby refused to turn on his own – I decided that I would have a scheduled c-section. My doctor still offered the option to attempt a version (ECV) and induction, but I declined. It’s a strange feeling to have a planned birth. We woke up… Continue reading I Don’t Regret My C-Section