Thursday
11Mar2010

Reflections on my daughter’s seventh birthday

My daughter Ella turned 7 yesterday. How on earth did that happen?  There is truth that the older one gets, the faster time goes by.  There she was at her birthday party on Saturday in a pink dress, her yellow, just-cut, short hair, beaming in the sunlight, the biggest smile on her face, struggling to carry a giant rainbow of balloons that were trying their hardest to lift her off the ground. 

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Monday
08Mar2010

Notes from the Diaper Bag

By Christina Marie Bailey

Like every morning since Ben arrived, I find myself knee deep in diapers. My shirt is covered in spit up and the remnant stains of the morning’s first attempts at solids. As I wash the applesauce from my hair, I close my eyes and let the water run across my face.  My cherub is dreaming right now and I am taking advantage of the little reprieve that I have been granted. We have been practicing the art of spoon feeding. It’s the hardest thing we have tried so far. I guess I just thought it would come naturally. Everyone asks about it like it’s a race. I know it’s not mission impossible but deep down I am starting to think he’ll be graduating from high school before he gives up his formula. It gives a whole new meaning to the phrase “hitting the bottle.”

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Monday
08Mar2010

Saying it out loud

By NJ

After Malone was born, I experienced the baby blues. I spent a few hours each day for about a week crying through my hormones privately on my bed while someone else tended to my baby. I wasn't sure what exactly I was crying about, I just knew that I needed to cry. So I did. And then I felt better about things and my "new" normal began.

My new normal included nursing a baby every few hours, taking whatever sleep I could get, socializing with other mamas and their babies, and savoring growing into motherhood.

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Monday
08Mar2010

Notes from the Diaper Bag

By Christina Marie Bailey

Because it’s important to me and all other women, (and because I had way too much time on my hands), I have decided to start a column for mothers everywhere. What follows is my take on the world of mothering in a world not made for mothers. If you feel like reading it, and you miraculously have a hand free, I hope you will see the truth about mothering wrapped in a warm and fuzzy blanket. Children are the ties that bind us together and humor is the only way to survive them.

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Wednesday
03Mar2010

A Sweet Case of Postpartum Depression

By TaraJean

Expectations are just resentments under construction.  - Anne Lamont

Mix in expectations with a toddler who never stops, and an infant who doesn’t sleep – liberally sprinkle in a pre-existing anxiety problem and bam – a sweet case of postpartum depression.

I’ve said that d-word just five or six times now. And the thing is, I talk a lot, (here, many of you who know me, smile, nod your head, and think I’m understating it).  But as a friend pointed out the other night, I’ve kept this one  pretty close to my chest.

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