Jack's first birthday falls at end of this month. The thought of this had me sobbing hard in bed last week while he slept peacefully in his room. (This seemed strangely ironic, given our sleep struggles.) Many of the courageous, creative mamas I follow have written notes to their pre-mom selves that I … Continue reading A note to myself, before I became a mama
Happy New Year! As I write this, I’m hiding out in my bedroom while my husband entertains our 11-month-old. I have my laptop, my coffee, a cozy blanket and snuggly dog, and I'm feeling especially grateful to be indoors on this chilly day in the city. It's heavenly. It’s been pretty quiet on this blog … Continue reading Highs, lows of 2017 + my 2018 intention
It happened on a Tuesday morning. I stepped on the scale and it there it was, the number I’d been longing for—my pre-baby weight. Seven months had passed and finally all 50 (yes, 50…) pounds I’d gained via pregnancy were gone. This moment I’d built up in my head, this goal achieved felt strangely anticlimactic. … Continue reading Making peace with my post-baby body
One of my favorite authors, Gretchen Rubin, has this expression she often uses: "The days are long, but the years are short." This idea has always resonated with me, but after six months as a new parent, it holds new meaning. Just a month ago my days began at 2 a.m. for a feeding and … Continue reading Six months and counting
The fathers we know and love have back stories, lives that were once free of the weight of parenthood. Before bedtime routines and bottles of milk and early morning wake ups, there were probably more late nights out with friends, bottles of beer and lazy Saturday mornings spent sleeping in (the same could be said … Continue reading From boyfriend to husband to father
It is 11 a.m. and I am laying on the floor of my newborn's room, covered in a cold sweat. My teeth chatter as I wrap my oversized bathrobe tight around my body and watch my baby play. He is well but I am not. I am overtired and running a fever and the only … Continue reading Motherhood is messy
The studio is quiet, hot and dimly lit. Walking on tiptoes, I locate what seems to be one of the last open plots of space and unfurl my teal-colored mat to claim it. The flip of the mat hitting the ground feels weighty, and loud. I look around but no one else has noticed. I … Continue reading Back on my mat
