Tag: Newborn

You probably won’t remember anything of your first year. Your knowledge of it will come from photos, videos, and stories told to you by family and friends. In other words, you’ll get the highlight reel.

Honestly, I’m not sure my memory will be much different. Already those early hours, days, and weeks have begun to blur into that foggy place we call the past. My clearest memories are those too special—or too scary—to forget.

Waking up from surgery and wanting to meet you so badly it hurt.

Seeing you for the first time, so small, so fragile, so mine.

Watching you find my breast and begin to feed, and feeling overcome with amazement that our bodies worked together so innately to give you just what you needed.

Snuggling skin to skin with you that first night. Secretly enjoying the fact I had no one there to share you with.

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You probably won’t remember anything of your first year. Your knowledge of it will come from photos, videos, and stories told to you by family and friends. In other words, you’ll get the highlight reel.

Honestly, I’m not sure my memory will be much different. Already those early hours, days, and weeks have begun to blur into that foggy place we call the past. My clearest memories are those too special—or too scary—to forget.

Waking up from surgery and wanting to meet you so badly it hurt.

Seeing you for the first time, so small, so fragile, so mine.

Watching you find my breast and begin to feed, and feeling overcome with amazement that our bodies worked together so innately to give you just what you needed.

Snuggling skin to skin with you that first night. Secretly enjoying the fact I had no one there to share you with.

The … Continue reading

My son is nearly 18 months old and yet not a day has gone by where I haven’t mentally stopped time for just a moment and marveled that he is here.  I am still in awe of the woman who let go of her dreams of a traditional family and built one on her own.

At age 38 I had finally accepted my reality;  I was not going to meet Prince Charming.  He was not lurking in the corners of Tinder or OKcupid.  He was not behind me in the checkout line at the supermarket and he most certainly was not taking up a seat at my bar, sipping on Bourbon.

It had been a year and a half since the end of a significant relationship.  I had done the embarrassing rebound thing with someone entirely inappropriate and been on a handful of blah dates.  I was happy in my … Continue reading