Me, Myself and I

Because 2 am feedings suck for everyone

Last week I saw sadly as the comments grew and spilled over from an online news site’s Facebook post asking for breastfeeding stories. The question was asked with no judgement and didn’t care how long, how successfully, or how you did it. They wanted to hear anyone’s story. Soon, back and forth through the thread […]

The bright lights and the dark depths that followed

When I think of my son’s birth, I think of a scary light-filled room. I laid on my back with my arms outstretched like Jesus on the cross. A light, sterile room and nurses in blue scurrying around, the sheer number of them scared me alone. My husband, in scrubs with a cap over his ever-present baseball […]