This week I read a sanitized-feeling diary of the first three weeks of one family's life with a new baby.
In response, I decided to offer my own retroactive parody diary, because new moms…need to know: it's not always pretty, or cute, or funny, or Instagram-worthy. And that's okay. In fact, that's normal. So here's how it looked from my perspective, when my husband and I welcomed our first child, Diana, after several agonizing years of failed pregnancy attempts and fertility treatments— compounded by my “advanced maternal age” status. Day 1: (Tuesday, August 23): Andy and I… >> Read More
For nine months, she grew within my body. She came into this world small, helpless, and still dependent on me. The nurse put her on my chest to breastfeed, she immediately latched on as if she knew…what she needed to do. Luckily, my body produces enough milk to enable me to breastfeed exclusively. Since her birth, over eight weeks ago, she and I haven’t parted. While I love her with every bone in my body, I’d be lying if I said it was easy. Between breastfeeding on demand (around the clock),… >> Read More
My baby is 14 months now, talking like a maniac, and taking very halting first steps (his development pattern echoes his highly verbal and un-athletic parents). And in many ways so far, the last few…months have been more challenging than anything I encountered the first year—more on that later, I promise. You see, I found my first year as a mother to be beautiful, swift, and full of hard-earned wisdom. And now it's over. And so, as a new passel of friends and Kveller readers get started on those early… >> Read More
I gave birth to my son in November 2015 and watched the news of the terror attack in Paris from my hospital bed; a year later, the devastating presidential election took place just days before his…first birthday. Since then I feel like I’ve been living parallel lives. The one life is that of adjusting to motherhood, with the concomitant work and family balance struggle and the more elusive questioning of what it means to take on the identity of “mother.” These are normal adjustments, or recalibrations, as I like to… >> Read More
“I don’t really get Mother’s Day,” I told a friend. “It’s not as if a card or a flower can capture our gratitude and love–especially not when they’re prescribed!”
“You’re…taking it too seriously,” she answered. “It’s just an opportunity to acknowledge our moms and do something nice for them. It doesn’t have to encapsulate the entirety of our appreciation of them.” My friend’s words stayed on my mind as I went to university that day, the word "entirety" in particular. What is the full… >> Read More