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New Home // Home Birth
I strolled into Home Depot with my checklist scribbled into the notes section of my iPhone. Maisley sat in the front of the cart, casually along for the ride and intentionally preoccupied by her Trader Joes cheddar rocket snacks. I’m never above asking for help in that giant store, so I flagged down the first orange vest in site. “Excuse…
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A quick look back, before leaping forward
As Ryan and I sit here on the first day of 2018, my first thought is to recap and remember the past 365 days, before I jump into another whirlwind around the sun. Our new tradition is to write down highlights of the year, so that in 10 years, 2017 doesn’t become a lost year of early parenthood fog. 2017…
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Holiday Overflow
This week has been overflowing. A festive clutter of new toys and old, miniature body balms, and stubborn dead pines dusting the corners of the floor. Things have been sitting undone for much longer than I intend. A messy car, the clean dishes on the drying rack begging to go home, and a laundry basket that doubles as a dresser.…
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Baby Two: Keeping it Real
I haven’t written in a while. Mostly because I’ve been spending my “free time” trying to escape my first trimester nausea reality, by replacing it with other realities, like Suits. It’s been challenging to remain fully present, and enjoy the recent holidays and happenings when so much of my mind is occupied with baby two. The only moment of clarity…
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Maisley, I remember the day you were born so vividly. I think about it all the time. I hope you don’t take the look of shock on my face when we first met as a bad thing. I was just so surprised that my body actually gave birth to you and that you were a real, live human. You didn’t…
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Waiting for Maisley
As I sit here on the eve of Maisley’s first birthday, I can’t help but think about what I was doing last year at this very minute and the days leading up to her birth; endless swells of uncertainty, joy, fear and excited anticipation. Here are some highlights from my journal entries during the last 15 days of waiting for…
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A Postpartum Identity Puzzle
I am 10 months postpartum. Although, do you even call it postpartum past three months? At this point, I’m just a straight-up mom. One of my yoga teachers told me, that someone told her, that you don’t really become a mom until the second child. That makes me feel really tired. My mind is so full all the time.…
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First Steps on Mother Turf
Maisley, You took your first steps today. We have been coaxing you to walk for a few weeks now, but you never take our bait in the form of a yellow sneetch or a sparkly blue ball. We were out in the beautiful sunshine at Choice in Carlsbad. Just you and me. It’s one of your favorite places (and mine)…
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My Grandmas & Me
Sometimes in a tough moment, or just because, I close my eyes and talk to my angel grandparents. This week in particular, I’ve been thinking a lot about my grandmothers; Grandma Joan and Nana. When I think about these amazing women, the picture I always have in my head is of them hugging me. I can visualize their unique embrace.…
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Mother’s Day Matters
Yesterday was my very first Mother’s Day. I had been so looking forward to this celebration, yet I felt a low level sense of disappointment all day. When Maisley was two months old, I remember thinking how much I would enjoy the sh** out of Mother’s Day this year. I remember in a breaking point, thinking, this is why mothers have a whole…
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