Everyone who told me that 21-months was a good age gap said that because I was already pregnant.
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
Early nursing sucked for me. Getting started with breastfeeding may be one of the most difficult, unnatural, natural things that I’ve had to do. I say had to, but really, I wanted to try it and then I was driven to keep at it. Not at first though. In the beginning all I thought about was… Continue reading My Tongue-Tied Barracuda Baby
Coming home from the hospital with our first baby was a bit terrifying. We had this teeny, tiny baby in a car seat which looked enormous. I didn’t even know how to adjust the straps on that thing until the nurse showed me how to do it. Driving home I was worried about every bump in… Continue reading The First Week With My Baby
After I had my first baby, I learned that my entire network of medical professionals were on the lookout for Postpartum Depression, or PPD. I confessed to the pediatrician I just met that before I could leave the house to take in my 6-day old son, my husband had to remind me to stop crying for… Continue reading Suffocating Postpartum Anxiety
The idea of making mom friends is so bizarre. I can’t think of another situation where you have to become friends with someone based on this one huge and generally unifying factor, except for maybe Alcoholics Anonymous. Yet making mom friends is considered a crucial part of being a mom.
My first baby was breech. After trying to turn him on my own, I scheduled my C-section. Between the surgery and the pain killers it took six days post-op before I could poop.