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Mornings at the Bird House
Every morning, the three little birds would cuddle in their nest with mama bird and daddy bird before the day began. The morning golden sun would peek through the cracks and for a few quiet moments, all was warm and well. The oldest bird snuggled right up to mama. “How did you sleep my love?” […]
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The Day She Was Born
“Oh, and there’s one more thing,” I tenuously asked our future long-term Airbnb host. “I was wondering if you would be comfortable with us giving birth at your property?…I promise a home birth isn’t as messy as it might seem!” Her birth story is now a story. Something that actually happened and something I can […]
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Mom & Dad
Time is something we can never believe.Death is something we can never imagine.Yet both are hereCertainElements of lifeBurn you more than othersThe dark moments of parenthood…Was I even meant to be a mom? A dad?I don’t feel good at my name right nowMore like I’m drowning in survival tasks, unable to do the things I […]
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She’s Out!
I’m having a tough time distinguishing between what I said and what I thought; what I dreamt and what I did. In a matter of several beautiful, empowering, impossibly hard hours, I transitioned from being pregnant to postpartum, a baby in my womb to one on my chest. Our world has instantly become a sleepless […]
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Lessons from the Desert
“There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in.” – Leonard Cohen One saguaro, two saguaro, three saguaro, ten. Hundreds more lifelike cacti appeared as we made our way into the Sonoran Desert, away from the sunset, away from home. The darkness was more comforting than usual as I lay my head against the […]
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In & Out of Mom Mode
As I dive deeper into motherhood, I feel like I’m growing further and further away from my carefree, 20-something former self. Ryan just kindly informed me that we are closer to Maisley’s first day of high school than to our first day of high school. He loves saying shit like that. My favorite little sister** […]
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I Lost My Train of Thought
Sometimes I look at the date and am surprised by it. Like my circadian rhythm is permanently set to another timezone. It’s summer, but I don’t really know what time of year it is. The sleepy postpartum fog takes me out of everyday life. It’s hard to make normal conversation with even close friends and […]
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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 […]
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Altered Latitude 