Plans and Un-plans

It’s been a tough week. K got his first vaccinations and coincidentally also dealt with the sprouting of two pearly whites. H was working full-time until day before so it was me at home with the kids, for most part. Sophie, my sweet, darling girl is so intuitive. She knew something was up the moment…

Pick Me Up

For 18 months, I’ve been carrying my baby. Full-time for the first nine and now sharing that with H. There is responsibility in carrying someone. The first and most important thing to remember is to make sure you’re strong enough to do it. I’ve worked, still working very hard to be strong to hold and…

A Pregnancy Old

Nine months. K has officially spent more time outside in the world than when I carried him inside my body. How time flies! This is said a lot – the days are long and the years are short. I couldn’t agree more. Where have these nine months gone? That little, wrinkled bobble-head who stayed in…

Father’s Day

“I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.” ― Umberto Eco This morning started with H writing a condolence note to a childhood friend. Said friend has lost his father. As I watched…

All Aboard the Mothership

A year ago, my peach-sized embryo was turning into a fetus. It was wonderful feeling of anticipation to be part of Mother’s Day because I was theoretically already there. This new role has given me a clarity I have never had before and I wish I could put it aptly into words. It has given…

My Truth About Giving Birth

The story of my 20 plus hours of contractions, pain, midwives, pain relief, screams and tears all ending in (spoiler alert) a c-section.

Parenting and the Technology Drug

As a concerned parent, born before the internet took over our lives, I am unsure of how to deal. At the moment, I follow the “best to say no when you’re unsure” line of thought. Tell me more?

Maternal Souvenirs

Even though my two best women are in another continent, it doesn’t stop baby K from knowing them.

On Manhood and Being a Man

A little more than a month ago, I could barely move from the couch to the bed, forget shopping! So I wrote H a letter for his birthday this year. This post is an edited version of that letter because talking about constructed gender roles and our flawed system is important in attempting to make a change.