And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it towards some overwhelming question,…
c section
The thin red line
I hear the little bundle of blankets stirring gently to my left. I hear my husband snoring softly to my right. I try to get up to quiet the baby but I can’t. There is pain–blinding, searing pain like lightning behind my eyes–when I try to move, and I am reminded, quite quickly, that I…
Moms are people too
I don’t talk about my c-section much around here. Want to know why? Because every time I do I come across a post or a comment left somewhere else or a tweet that gets sent out a day or two later that may not be directed at me but which feels very much like it…
I am Prufrock
I’m walking. Again. I’ve been walking for two days now. Trying desperately to evacuate him. He’s overdue. I’m huge. I want to meet him. I am impatient. So I walk. And I am tired of walking. And then? My water breaks. And I walk some more to make sure. And yes, this is it. We…
Fear and loathing in my brain
“Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves–regret for the past and fear of the future.” –Fulton Oursler The question of when, or even if, to have a second child has weighed heavily on my mind for quite a while now. I vacillate between wanting another immediately and wanting to wait a couple more years…