Category: Baby
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Thyroid: Let’s be really, really cold on a sunny day. Hysterectomy and estrogen suppressants: Oooh let’s do a random hot flash right now! Liver disease: No mimosas for you! Lymphedema: If I swell just right she’ll never get out of…
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Today was a Bed Day. For every three to four Doing Stuff days, I have one Bed Day. I’m working hard to suppress the bad feeling about staying in bed all day (thanks a lot capitalism, Lutheranism and midwestern mythology). I’m working on accepting my “new…
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I’ve written and rewritten todays post, alternating between feeling bold and feeling uncomfortable. Here goes bold: Abortion made me a good mother. When I was 17, my birth control failed. I knew immediately that abortion was my choice. I knew I was supposed to feel bad about it, and I did some performative dramatics about…
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Marking time can be a delicate and dangerous thing for me; as another season passes and annual events return, my emotions range from contentment to despair. Felix once asked me, at about the age of five, the meaning of “bittersweet”. After I explained it, he said “Oh, I know that feeling.” And I know that he…
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This is Nibbles. He was lost yesterday, sometime between daycare and Nonna’s house, somewhere between backpacks and car seats and playrooms. I found him late at night, just in time to take bedtime from tears to tucks. And that’s about the only thing I managed to feel good about this week. I’m feeling defeated. I’m…
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Felix is a name that stems from Latin meaning "happy" or "lucky". It is also the name my oldest son has chosen for himself. We are so happy and lucky to be supported and surrounded by love; and to be the parents of the most stoic and hilarious straight-man kid you’ve ever met.
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You turn five tomorrow. Your arms and legs are thin and strong, your eyes are so round and large that in my dreams you often appear as an owl. A loud, slightly bossy owl. As every second born knows, you will be burdened with the story of being the baby, being the squawker, the pesky…
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“Firefighter Dan came to our school Mama and we sat outside and he put on a funny mask and we got to talk to him and ask him questions after he gave us badge stickers”. Oh, what question did you ask Firefighter Dan, Charlie? “I asked him about the Great Chicago Fire”. Wait, what? You…
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Charlie is at my favorite age (so far). He wants to be a helper, his language is exploding, and he still wants to cuddle. He is also a smart ass. I’ve spent the last twenty minutes trying to understand what a “cat load” is and why the absence of one would cause so much distress…
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It’s hard to have the energy at the end of a work day, when you’ve given all your “nice” to everyone else, to listen to a toddler tell a story. It’s impossible to remember the cute thing a kid said a day later. I’m hoping my camera lens and a few zingers we managed to…
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