I keep hearing about mothers whose babies have died, and I feel heartcrushingly sad. I don’t know how I would deal with the loss of my son, and sometimes when I think about it—trying to prepare myself for the horrific worst—I … Continue reading
Hutch and I are in Mesa soaking up the sun and the familials. I flew here with him all by myself and I don’t think I can express in words the level of anxiety I felt in planning the journey … Continue reading
After failing to quit drinking Diet Coke throughout my pregnancy I was already fairly well-acquainted with Motherguilt, but now that I’m formula feeding my baby as opposed to nursing, I’m pretty much an expert on it. Logically I know it’s … Continue reading
One thing nobody told me about motherhood was how it feels to be the best—and basically only—thing in someone’s life. When I walk into the room my son’s face lights up. When he wakes up and I peek over the … Continue reading
I won the baby lottery. If babies could be bought at stores, Hutch would be the deluxe model, custom-made to fit perfectly into our lives. He cries, I’m not going to lie and say he doesn’t, but he has conveniently … Continue reading
I think it’s because I have so much that I worry constantly about losing it all. I think of the saying that goes, “God doesn’t give you trials that you can’t handle” and I wonder if that means I’m just … Continue reading
(Token Hutch picture that actually has nothing to do with this post.) They really weren’t kidding when they said how difficult it would be to squeeze in a shower when you have a baby. This is in part for two … Continue reading