I’ve been a full-time stay-at-home parent for nearly ten years now. What’s brought me the most happiness is the concept of flow. I’ve only really come close to mastering it this past year.Read More
My Nanny has dementia. The recent confirmation, paired with an event that landed her in the hospital, has our family in one of life’s inevitable, difficult transition periods.
Three weeks after she turned 93, my last baby turned 1. Time has become an unavoidable specter in daily life.Read More
The hospital called the afternoon before to give us our arrival time: 6am. Good. First surgery of the day, no anxious waiting around, no time for anxiety bowels. My parents came over at 5:30, my dad to stay until the big boys woke up, my mom to ride with us to the hospital.
And little Harry, absolutely no clue what he was about to experience.Read More
Yesterday Noah and I celebrated our 14th wedding anniversary in a very 14th wedding anniversary way:
We had dinner at the restaurant where we had our first date (as we've done every year)
One of us counted Weight Watchers points for the meal
Afterward we went to Barnes & Noble and got a coffee and some books
We picked up our three children from their grandparents' house by 7:30
When we last left off, I was on an oxytocin drip and having contractions. Still, after a few hours, I hadn't progressed much beyond where I was to begin with. I wasn't surprised, because with both Ethan and Oliver, the labor was slow until the breaking of the bag of waters.
I had to wait for my doctor until almost 4:30 to break my water, because he was delivering some other lady's baby. Ugh, people, amiright?Read More
I've got a thing with pregnancies. I make great babies, but it takes a toll.
We stayed on top of monitoring all the possible conditions, which did absolutely nothing to prevent the onslaught of those conditions. Only this time I also had been diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder prior to pregnancy, so they'd be watching the baby extra closely as well. Knowledge is power! I mean, terror!Read More
Lately, the weeks have been flying by (cliche), but the speedy passage of time has just further added to the minor funk I've been in. Ethan is finishing 4th grade, Oliver is prepping for kindergarten, Harry is sleeping in his own room, the whales are dying because of plastic. Also I have wolf-face disease. Anyway, life is fleeting. (<—name that quote! It’s an obscure one…)Read More
More often than not lately, parenting has felt like a delightful surprise. It's not always, of course. Sometimes it's like having an upset feral cat around while I'm trying to do...well, anything. Anything is difficult when you're responsible for an upset feral cat.
When so many good days line up with very few blips, it's easy to remember what makes parenting the best, most challenging yet rewarding responsibility I've ever chosen. It’s also impossible not to think about the time I was a foster parent, about our foster baby, and what might have been.Read More