Well, if there is one thing that is going to enrage a postpartum, sleep-deprived mother, it’s a man dismissing her pain. And oh boy, do I have rage at the moment. This post is going to be a bit of a rant. It will also include medical stuff and boob stuff, so if that’s not…
I have never had to give one of my babies formula before. My first two were 100% breastfed until 6 months, then continued until over a year after introducing solids. Even my NICU baby—who was in the hospital for 7 weeks—received pumped breast milk. I was up every two hours those first few weeks, using…
I have written versions of this story a couple of times already. It felt important to sit down and put it on the page—especially considering my last few blog posts were all about preparing for baby, planning my induction, and the birth trauma I carried into this. But I had a hard time writing it….
This one is for the mom (or dad) sitting next to an incubator right now. The ones who have been dreaming of the day they have their baby in their arms, and are instead facing the unknown in a room where you have to ask permission even to touch your baby. I see you. Being…
