I took newly 17-month-old Stella out for ice cream last week. Just me and her. There was no special occasion other than "mama needs ice cream NOW." We headed out on foot at around 7pm to sneak in our treat before her 7:30 bath (which, of course, didn't happen until 7:45). On the "walk" home,… Continue reading Let them eat sugar
I destroyed the structural integrity of my boobs--what little there was--with an expensive, rented hospital grade breast pump in order to collect 500 ounces of milk that Stella would never drink. It sucked in every way. Worse was the guilt and anxiety. None of it made any sense, but thankfully, it's over. I was not… Continue reading Goodbye, breastfeeding guilt.
On message boards across the web you can find, far too easily, cringe-inducing posts by moms skewering each other's parenting styles and choices--battles over breastfeeding versus formula-feeding and catfights about co-sleeping and cribs, and that's just the tip of the judgemental iceberg. This sad reality is partly why, even though it was necessary to ensure… Continue reading The truth about moms
A couple of weeks ago, I threw out 341 ounces of frozen breastmilk. That was just the bottom shelf. I still need to clear out the top one. It has been six months since the last of it was pumped, rendering my precious milk expired. At the beginning, every half ounce was sacred. Toward the… Continue reading Goodnight, milk.
I've jumped back into the freelance writing life in an effort to make a bit of money while I stay home with Stella Bella. This, of course, necessitated the updating of my resume. It got me thinking. Some of my most impressive achievements and abilities will never grace the pages of this supposedly all-important document.… Continue reading My other resume
Cody, Stella and I had a relaxing holiday weekend. I'm sad that it's over and that Cody will have to return to work tomorrow. He's been working a lot, which has been tough. Just having him around makes me feel better, and Stella loves it, too. When I get down, he helps pick me up,… Continue reading We set ’em up. Stella knocks ’em down.