You Changed Everything About Me
It used to be flat. It used to be toned up and all one color. It used to tan really well. My stomach . . . it used to look a lot different than this.…
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Gone are the Precious Days of Babyhood
It seems like yesterday I was watching you dance in my belly, anxiously awaiting your arrival. Now you’re going to be ONE at the end of this month,…
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Giving Birth is Scary—And I Would Do it Over and Over Again
My mom always said she loved giving birth, and she’d do it over and over again. Each time she said that, I thought she was crazy. Giving birth is…
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I’m Tired…But Grateful
It’s 2 a.m., and I’m tired. He’s been fed, burped, and changed, and is now peacefully asleep on my shoulder. I lay him in his…
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I Never Take the Little Things For Granted Anymore
I love our son’s cry. To us, it means life. It means we have a living baby in front of us. When our first son Carter was born at 9:06 p.m., we…
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My Husband is an ICU Nurse and I Haven’t Hugged Him in 3 Weeks
My heart hurts today. It’s officially been three weeks since my husband, who is a nurse in the ICU, has touched or held our baby boy.…
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We’re Still Making Beautiful Memories in Quarantine With a Newborn
Giving birth for the first time during the coronavirus pandemic without my husband in the hospital felt strange. It was lonely at times. It didn’t…
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I’ll Always Want Another Baby
I don’t think I’ll ever not want another baby. I’ll be wandering the mall to pick up some new things for my kids, and it will hit me. I see…
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Your Tiny Hands Hold My Heart
We’re swaying to the steady rhythm of the rocking chair, a nestled buoy bobbing with the current. My sweet baby boy, how you’ve already changed…
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The Miracle and Madness of Carrying Twins
Sure, I can look at this picture now and marvel at how amazing the human body is. I had three hearts, six arms, six legs, and three brains at one…
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