Aliza Libman is a transplanted Torontonian in Brookline, Massachusetts, where she lives with her husband and daughters. Aliza teaches math and Tanach to middle-school students. In her spare time, she enjoys feeling guilty about not writing as often as she used to.
When I was pregnant with my second child last year, I had three wishes for her birth (aside from the whole “healthy baby” thing): I wanted to have a VBAC, I did not want to be in the hospital…over Shabbat, and I didn’t want my two kids to have the same birthday. Even before I knew they were both going to be the same gender, I knew this last wish was risky. After some reproductive difficulties over the previous year, my husband and I were thrilled to find out on the day before… >> Read More
There is almost nothing more beautiful than my baby when she’s sleeping. She raises her hands above her head like she’s celebrating a Patriots touchdown and gets a dreamy look on her tiny,…gorgeous face. When she’s awake, she gives me an amazing smile if I beep her nose or stroke her chin. This time tomorrow, I won’t be sitting midday and nursing her as long as she wants. I won’t be rubbing her little tummy. I’ll be back at work--voluntarily. I’m the sort of woman who leans… >> Read More
When my daughter was 12 weeks old, I dropped her off at her new home daycare.
It was not the calmest of days. My grandfather’s shiva was concluding, my husband and I had flown back from our…impromptu trip to Canada on the first flight of the morning, he was returning to work at the end of his paternity leave, and I was returning to work (late) after President’s day vacation. My entire family had some horrible flu-like bug we think we picked up at the hospice and my blissful 12-week-old was… >> Read More
When I was eagerly pregnant with my first, I devoured a library copy of What to Expect When You're Expecting with an open and trusting mind. Every twinge they described I felt keenly and every…rare complication was one I considered. At some point, I found myself walking out into the living room and asking my husband, "Ari, could I have an ectopic pregnancy?" I'm pretty sure his sigh and accompanying eye-roll were the most patronizing imaginable. He said I was too far along, and we'd "for sure" know if… >> Read More