Eighteen months ago, I didn’t really know unconditional love.
I did not know quite yet that Pitocin was the Beast, and Epidural the Beauty. But I was told I was in for a happily ever after, and that part was actually true.
Eighteen months ago I did not know my feet would remain swollen for another 2 months before . . . → Read More: Eighteen Months Ago
This morning my son looked back at me in the rear-view mirror for the first time. And he smiled at me with his largest grin, with a low giggle as he stretched his neck just a bit more to see the rest of my face.
I cannot share a picture of it, but this image is now . . . → Read More: In the rear-view mirror
My son in a chicken costume around 5 months
I’d say nothing really prepares you for labor and motherhood; until you experience both and your emotions take over, you cannot anticipate how it’s going to change you as a person, shuffle your priorities, and your life – forever.
There is more. No matter how often I heard it over the past . . . → Read More: Baby gone