On the first year. (or the first 11 months and one week)

There was a bump on my belly. And then, there was a baby in my arms. There was a hospital stay. Hushed whispers of amazement. Two shell-shocked parents afraid to sleep, certain that this dream would be stolen in the night. There was exhaustion. Waking, startled, to the almost silent sound of a pacifier escaping […]

Secret Judgers

I’ve said it over and over, ad nauseam, that the hardest thing about being a mom is the constant judgment. Once you have a child, even the previously well-restrained critic thinks s/he has a reason to interfere and offer an opinion. And people have opinions about EVERYTHING, starting the minute you conceive. Is that coffee […]