Tag Archives: motherhood

between the crib rails.

I can’t remember when he started kissing us between the crib rails. My first memory of that is tucked somewhere in between winter and spring of this past year. We finished our bedtime routine of teeth brushing and book reading … Continue reading

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you will be different.

“You will be different. You will see parts of yourself that are unrecognizable, brought only to the surface by the sheer fact that another human is suddenly dependent on you for everything. You will be anxious, you will worry, you will … Continue reading

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the not-so-terrible twos.

Everyone warned me about the terrible twos. Moms at the grocery store. Total strangers at the post office. Every time someone asked Everett’s age and I answered, I received the same response: “Oooooh, the terrible twos! Watch out! I hope … Continue reading

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the truth.

But when we opened that envelope last month and I read “it’s a boy!” on the ultrasound picture, there was no stopping the flood of tears that followed. There was no 24 hour wait period. There was just me, crying, … Continue reading

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the night before you were born.

The night before you were born, I stood in the bathroom doorway with a toothbrush in my hand and cried my eyes out. Just hours earlier, we went out to a fancy dinner and I ate as much as I … Continue reading

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