Everything gets better.
My first month of maternity leave was a blur: I was exhausted and blissful and terrified. The second month of maternity leave began with a hurricane and ended with the realization that I’m just a few weeks, maternity leave would end. Continue reading “Everything Gets Better”
My mornings, Monday through Friday, all begin the same at now.
Alarm at 6. Snooze once, then pray as I hear the sweet breathing of my baby, husband, and dog around me, “Please give me the strength to push through, the patience to teach, and the grace to be forgiving.”
Continue reading “The New Routine”
I’m sure that, as the weeks and months pass, I will forget more and more of the details of Amelia’s birth so today, one week after she entered this world, seemed a good time to write down all the details.
I should note, especially for anyone who is currently pregnant, that every labor is different. Every pregnancy is different. My story is not your story, and my pains are not your pains. I progressed incredibly fast and I think that contributed a lot to…actually, scratch that. Labor hurts. But, it’s worth it. And it’s a different pain, because you know where it is coming from and what it results in. And I’d still go through it again, which says a lot. Continue reading “Amelia’s birth story”
Dear Baby Amelia,
You will find out (in just a few months!) how much we love Sundays in this family.
The Sundays that your father spends at home are not as often as either of us would like, so the ones we have are full of cuddling, naps, and relaxing. It is time for our thoughts to wander, to reflect, to dream. Continue reading “Sundays”