… as in “descending into.” The boys are 12 weeks and 1 day old, and I think I’m losing my mind. I don’t mean a bad case of mommy brain. I mean literally losing my mind. I hear crying constantly, even when they’re not crying. I’m in the shower on the other side of the house while they’re with the… Read more »
I think I’m a pretty good mom most of the time (nursing issues aside, but I’m coming to terms with those). That said, I’m also a pretty big klutz. Which explains why I keep dropping my babies. Now, don’t panic. We’re not talking about crashing-to-the-floor-from-standing-height dropping. We’re talking an-inch-or-so-from-my-arm-to-the-bed dropping. The babies don’t seem to mind it at all, but… Read more »
Yeah, that part was not covered in my childbirth preparation. No one told me about the part where one of my babies would be unable (or, as I’m convinced when I’m particularly tired, unwilling) to feed effectively at the breast and I would have to spend a huge portion of every day feeding the equivalent of four babies instead of… Read more »
Please know that I am very serious when I say this: The next person who tells me “Pregnancy is the easy part!” is getting punched in the nose. I can’t even say, “I’m sure you mean well,” because really, what is well-meaning about telling someone that their recently sucky life is going to suck even more once their long-awaited babies… Read more »
Today, in a fit of domesticity, I decided to make French toast for my visiting father. I pulled out the griddle and got it nice and hot. Then I put the French toast on to cook and turn that gorgeous brown that means it’s just perfect. Then I jumped back so hard and fast I almost fell over, because I… Read more »