Your Firsts Are My Lasts—So Grow Gently, My Love
Dear sweet “baby” of mine, There’s so much I want to tell you about the shoes you’ve filled—still the…
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To My Last Baby, Please Don’t Grow Up Too Fast
To know these pigtails is to know the sassiness they represent. Underneath those two personality sticks is YOU . . . my two-year-old who uses…
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To My Last-Born Son As We Begin the Final Firsts
I held you tonight—well, I tried. You’re 25 pounds of smushy love. My arms can’t cradle your body like they could just a few months ago. No…
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My Last One
The last first birthday celebration is coming soon. One. One is big. It’s a celebration of having survived so many sleepless nights.…
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Processing the Grief and Gratitude of the Final Baby
The spot where my IV was shoved into my vein has officially healed. The bruise on my back from the epidural that half-worked is no longer visible.…
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My Husband had a Vasectomy and Now I Want a Baby
“My husband had a vasectomy, and now I want a baby.” It sounds like the title of one of those scandalous drama-packed made for TV movies,…
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