Whoa, you guys. It's so weird to be here. Wild! I haven't blogged in ages (and not just because the word "blogged" is one of the most hideous words I've ever encountered. Seriously, it's bad enough as a noun, but the verb? Get out of here!); I haven't even opened this website. It's one of those things ...
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"Is it whatsday or blursday?" Kenny asks me, not infrequently. Dad jokes abound in quarantine. Some days I roll my eyes and smile at him. Other days I roll my eyes and mean it. Healthy communication abounds in quarantine. On all of my days, I put a tremendous amount of pressure on myself to be a good mom ...
(What I have done for the last 2 months: yoga every day. What I have not done for the last 2 months: felt, in any way, relaxed, calm, peaceful, or zen.) *** try (verb): make an attempt or effort to do something; an attempt to achieve or attain. trying (adjective): difficult or annoying; hard to endure. Has any other homonym been more applicable during ...
"I know words, and I love words, but I simply do not have the words to express my gratitude for this book and for all of the people who made it possible." When I wrote this in the acknowledgments of Baby Ever After, it was my way of trying to convey the deep and profound appreciation I feel in ...
“Mom?” Belle asked, licking the last bit of chocolate icing from the back of her hand. “Mommy? Do you still blog?” We were sitting in the hard, plastic bucket seats in the single terminal at the Cyril E. King Airport in St. Thomas, and she’d just eaten an individual Sarah Lee chocolate cake square, after I veered her ...
Dear Kenny, As I leave the hospital, the place where both of our babies were born, and handed to us, and first fed by me, and diapered by you, I hit a sea of blue scrubs, all in different shades and tones. When I first pulled up this morning, for an early test, I thought that it would be like living out ...
Dear babies, First off, I know that you are not babies. But, I also know that when I feel one of you reach for me in the middle of the night, or smile as you greet me with sleepy, almond-eyes first thing in the morning, or kiss your eyelids as you slumber, it's just like you are my little babies all over again. It ...
Hello, my friends. How are you, on this fine day? Did you rest well? I sure hope so. Speaking of rest, I was thinking of you this morning, at 4:30, when I was roused from slumber and then could not manage to fall back to sleep. I tried all of my go-to tricks; the healthy ones, to start. ...
"Does that stethoscope really work?" he asked, his blue, marble-like eyes widening. "Of course! I am a real doctor," I said, straightening the lab coat I had gotten made for his Halloween birthday party. I'd had it embroidered with "Meredith Grey M.D. F.A.C.S." to wear along with my scrubs, messy bun, Grey + Sloan Memorial Hospital ID badge, and converse ...
This time five years ago if you told me that I would be the published author of a book called, "Beyond the Baby Blues" (or, really, anything!) I would have (I'm sorry to say this) probably rolled my eyes at you. While I am not rude by nature, I was 37-weeks-pregnant, anxious, depressed, terrified of my ...
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