And first, we need to de-stigmatize it.
Three little kids, a husband, a full time job, a house, a dog, and 1,000 other random things that require my attention—it's a lot. A lot of chaos, a lot of mess, and lot of exhaustion.
How can I miss you? You're not gone. Oh, but it's coming. I know it.
"Look at my child!" she wrote on Facebook. "THIS is why people are afraid. THIS is why people beg for you to wear a mask."
Staying present took more work this time around, but I still tried to relish the moments of joy between those long, lonely nights.
I'm anxious about post-quarantine preschool—but I'm determined to make it special.
Please don’t say, “At least the baby’s healthy.”
Nothing's ever made me feel so lost, yet so proud. There is truly nothing in the world like it.
"He is only 9 weeks old, but I feel like I am already yearning for the past and for things that haven't even happened yet."
I'm not trying to escape anymore. I'm here.
5. Your need to look perfect. There’s no such thing as a perfect parent. Embrace your imperfections.
Summertime is typically a bright, happy time. When you're postpartum, it can feel dark and isolating.
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"You are allowed to say that it's a lot. It does not mean you are not grateful. It does not mean you do not love your child. It does not make you any less of an incredible mother. All it means is that you are human."
... all at the same time.
"How did I forget to take the time today to smell your head? To kiss your cheek another time. To look into your eyes and watch your mouth as you learn to curl it into a smile..."
I gave up social media to be a better parent. Now my kids and I are happier—and safer.
93% of moms say they're burned out. Let that sink in.
One thing became abundantly clear: my introverted lifestyle needed to be seriously made over, and my only chance at surviving these childhood years would come in the form of a cross-body-bag-wearing, sleep-deprived carrier of small humans: another mom.
It wasn't what I planned. It wasn't what I was prepared for.