I just got home from dropping Sienna off at school. Kindergarten, Day 1. It is surreal to have her somewhere else besides next to me. The past 6 months our family unit has functioned as One. Together. Connected. Feels sort of like a limb is missing. But oh yes we needed this moment. She needs it. I most definitely need it. I cried at drop off. Sienna threw on her backpack, gave me hugs + kisses + I love you’s and hopped out of the car. Pink puppy mask and all. There she went. Off I drove. Alone in the car. So f*ing strange.
Read MoreFeels intimidating to get the words out. How to describe it all. Labor, delivery, recovery. A newborn, a toddler. The family shift from 3 to 4. My new life, body, routine, priorities. A global pandemic. A worldwide shutdown. The Stay Home. Things are very, very different. And that is the whole point of life, I think. To be in continual change and evolution. Sometimes it feels deep and heavy and scary. And others light and fresh and easy. 6 months out and I’m feeling It All. If unfiltered life isn’t your thing, this post (and maybe all of them) probably not for you. Fair warning.
Read More180 days. 6 months. They are reeeeaaaaal hazy. I’m tired but still pulling from the well of energy that somehow finds you in Motherhood. Like you should be so exhausted you can’t string a sentence together or brush your teeth and yet you’re sterilizing bottle parts at 10pm, folding laundry, freezing breastmilk and preparing to “not sleep” for the next 8 hours. It’s nuts.
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Read MoreSienna went to karate camp last week. And she is going again this week. Every morning from 8am-ish until noon. Obviously after 70+ days of The Stay Home this was a very, very big deal. I lost sleep over this decision. Piper and I talked about it (a lot). I changed my mind (a lot). But it was a calculated risk we were willing to take. For our family, it was the right decision. At least I hope it was.
Read MoreI felt suffocated today. Contained. Claustrophobic. Zero personal space. Everywhere I turned was a kid. Connected to me, hanging on me, eating from me, crying to me, loving me, needing me. And then there's a husband. A pile of laundry. A beeping dishwasher shouts I’m clean but I have no time to empty it. Projects in various states of undone. A mess that needs cleaned up. Baby toys. Toddler toys. Packages on the front porch that still needed opened, sterilized, cleaned, put away.
Read MoreIt’s a good thing. Being absolutely terrified. It means some of the best parts of your life are right there on the other side, a moment away. Without exception it is the pit in my stomach, trust-your-gut sensation that tells me everything I need to know. It tells me Yes - do that thing. That impossible thing you should not/cannot do for a million different reasons. Yes. That one.
Read MoreI wrote this when Sienna was 4 weeks young. I’ve left it unchanged. It was exactly who I was at that time and I want to hold space and truth for that girl. That girl becoming a Mother. It is Sienna’s birth story as much as it is mine.
Read MoreI’m sleeping more at night. Obviously making a huge difference. I don’t feel like I’m bracing myself at every turn. My eyes don’t burn. I’m brushing my teeth, washing my face and applying my nightime skincare routine. I’m showering and putting on lotion. I even shaved my legs yesterday. I am feeling more human. Starting to do the things I previously did as habit, as non-negotiables. Until they became negotiable. When newbornland and toddlerhood and motherhood and wifedom and the holidays and a new decade all collided into each other at once.
Read MoreAs I sit to write this Aster is 13 days young. She is fresh and new and magical. And so am I. I’ve now experienced making, growing and birthing two tiny humans. I can say with certainty that as I bring a child into this world I also bring a new version of myself. The experience is transforming on every level - it rocks my physical, emotional and spiritual self to the core.
Read MoreOhhhhhh the home stretch. So close and so far away. I simultaneously wanted baby to stay in (forever) and come out (immediately). I flexed between these two extremes for three months. This pregnancy was so hard fought and I willed myself to remember that every time I peed my pants, iced my lower back or went to bed in tears at 8pm after eating my 7th peanut butter and banana toast of the day.
Read MoreMy Second Trimester spread over the May-June-July months. Mother’s Day, the end of school and the beginning of the 100 Day Weekend (aka: summer) and making sure this baby was TLC’ed up and growing healthy + strong. And that I was taking care of me, too.
Read MoreYour first trimester begins on the first day of your last period and lasts until the end of Week 12. My CD 1 was January 29, 2019. I started my period hours after receiving the phone call that our IUI that month didn’t work (link). Or rather, it didn’t have the end result that I was hoping for.
Yesterday was a huge day. I am still processing. To know that our little angel baby is back inside my body, exactly where it is meant to be, floods me with feelings of peace. To know that our little angel baby is back inside my body, exactly where it is meant to be, floods me with feelings of peace. At the same time, my brain is cycling through thoughts of what can I be doing to make sure this works and how am I going to survive the next 10 days?.
Read MoreI really needed good news today. My last few Dr’s appointments had me in face contortions attempting to hold back the flood of tears that puddled in my eyes. I made it through check-out & scheduling but as soon as I turned the doorknob out of the office the levee broke and the tears poured out. Days like those are hard. So when good days happen and happy news is received, celebration is mandatory.
Read MoreI had my information session (aka: what is Plan B if Plan A doesn’t work) with my Baby Making Dr yesterday. It was rough. As I sat in the office, I felt sick to my stomach. These science-meets-real-life moments are so complex. Numbers, data, and results collide with emotions and humanness. My other half left 15 minutes in because the stress was literally consuming him. He started to sweat and fidget and bolted for the door. I sat and listened and cried. This month (February 2019) marks one year since we enlisted help from the professionals. We want to grow our family. We want another baby.
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