It wasn’t until my first son was born that I realized I was lacking in the lullaby department. One of my friend’s husband told me that any song you know can be a lullaby if you sing it that way.
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.
Last night I got called out by the moderator for a Facebook comment I made in a mom’s group. Along the lines of …but we aren’t judging, right? Different strokes for different folks…
Postpartum hair loss happens to all of us. This is not Karmic retribution for when I yelled at those Firemen just trying to do their job, aka standing in between me and the bathroom. There doesn’t seem to be a magic solution to make it stop other than time, but there are some things that can help