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		<title>Time, A Haiku.</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2014 11:42:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>Time, could you please slow? You&#8217;re moving in fast motion I cannot keep up.</p>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Time, could you please slow?<br />
You&#8217;re moving in fast motion<br />
I cannot keep up.</p>
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		<title>A Mother.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2012 18:49:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>In a little over a month, my newborn baby will, quite miraculously, be having her second birthday. I know. it makes no sense. It actually confuses me. It hit me yesterday, at school, when a colleague and friend of mine was kissing and cooing over my daughter. And my daughter was answering her, calling her&#160;<a href="http://mommyeverafter.com/mommyhood/a-mother/" class="read-more">Continue Reading</a></p>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;">In a little over a month, my <a href="http://mommyeverafter.wordpress.com/2010/07/23/a-baby-story-chapter-5-a-happy-ending/">newborn</a> baby will, quite miraculously, be having her second birthday. I know. it makes no sense.<br />
It actually confuses me.<br />
It hit me yesterday, at <a href="http://mommyeverafter.wordpress.com/2011/11/23/back-to-school-blues-2/">school</a>, when a colleague and friend of mine was kissing and cooing over my daughter. And my daughter was answering her, calling her by her name. And it shocked me. Wasn&#8217;t it just the previous day that this friend of mine was rubbing my belly, tickling my enormous bump, sending kisses to the growing girl inside?<br />
Where did the <a href="http://mommyeverafter.wordpress.com/2010/09/17/5-months/">time go?</a><br />
If my little girl is no longer a baby, does that mean that I am no longer a new mom?<br />
I met my daughter two Springs ago,<br />
and since then,<br />
things have gone from overwhelming and exasperated to<br />
almost<br />
effortless.<br />
I now know how to do things<br />
like securing the first Pediatrician appointment of the day,<br />
giving the perfect &#8220;back &#8216;assage&#8221;,<br />
keeping my kid awake on a long car ride<br />
and then getting her to sleep, soundly, on her own,<br />
and can change a diaper, type and cook dinner, all one-handed.<br />
But, it wasn&#8217;t until last night that it really sunk in.<br />
For, it was last night, when I held my heaving baby,<br />
as she choked and coughed and threw up all through the night,<br />
and I slept, in a bed covered in towels, with a baby<br />
and her vomit,<br />
sprawled out across my body<br />
that I didn&#8217;t care, one bit, that her regurgitated dinner was tangled in my hair&#8230;<br />
Because I had a baby to hold. To soothe. To love.<br />
And in that horrible, exhausting, sad moment<br />
I was no longer a new mom.<br />
I was a mother.</p>
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		<title>#febphotoaday/17</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Feb 2012 04:46:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<p>17. Time I&#8217;d write more&#8230;but it&#8217;s WAY past my bedtime.</p>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>17. Time</strong><br />
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I&#8217;d write more&#8230;but it&#8217;s WAY past my bedtime.</p>
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