Now that it’s been a full 24 hours, I think it’s safe to talk about my yesterday. You see, I breastfeed. (Not new information, bee tee dub.) And sometimes, breastfeeding has a Dark Side. Yesterday, I used the Force (gravity) to conquer the Dark Side of breastfeeding. That Dark Side? A Plugged Duct. Yesterday, I…
Emma
Yes, another post about sleep
A funny thing happens when moms start talking about sleep. Actually a couple of things. Either moms throw up their hands in the air in the spirit of commiseration and sigh that their babies don’t sleep either and offer you wine and Ambien or they offer advice on how to get your child to sleep….
Sleep is a thing people still do, right?
The Universe is a crotchety little turd sometimes, y’all. See, I thought I had a good baby in Emma. A baby who sleeps. Anyhwere! Anytime! Swaddled! Unswaddled! White noise! No white noise! SLEEP! And then the 4 month wakeful and this newfound love of go-go-going happened and things just haven’t been right since. Emma MUST…
A letter to myself to read in times of struggle
Dear Miranda, If you’re reading this, it means that this has not been your finest day or week as a mother. Your children probably haven’t slept. No amount of concealer can adequately cover the bags under your eyes. All of you are tired. You and Dan find yourselves snapping at each other over silly things…
Emma, 5 months
So, Emma turned 5 months old on Sunday. I had to paint her onesie that morning while Joshua sang “Secret Agent Oso” songs to himself over the monitor and I’m three days late in posting this update. It sucks to be the second child, apparently. The details: No teeth. Lots of cranky. So, my boobs…