I struggle with people pleasing. I remember the first time someone I was uncomfortable with held my baby, and my people pleasing tendencies kept me silent. The visitor took a shaky step as she held my two-day-old baby. My postpartum anxiety rose in my throat, almost choked me as I watched, and tried to think …
So you want a VBAC? You had a c-section last time, because you failed to progress, or maybe they told you the baby would be too big, or that your pelvis was too small or maybe you had complete placenta previa (like I did): you had a frustrating birth experience and you are dreaming of …
Questions, I have a lot of them. This mom gig didn’t come with a manual (or maybe the hospital forgot to give me my copy?). I wrote my first edition of Questions I’d Like to Ask a Mom Friend back when Gideon was only a few months old. I was sitting alone in the apartment …
Saia and I are pretty vocal about the fact that we dream of a big family. So while I am not pregnant right now, sometime in the next few years we definitely are hoping for a second baby. I had a tough pregnancy the first time around. I had a high-risk pregnancy due to complete placenta …
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It has been a whirlwind summer in the Lotulelei household. Back in May, Saia quit his job, and launched his own business, a masonry company. He has been working long days all summer, generally six days a week, 10-hour days, and taking a day off whenever it rains. Gideon started the summer barely army crawling, …
The word kept repeating in my brain ever since I became a new mom: frantic. My baby boy loves his mama. Being a work-at-home mama, who is exclusively breastfeeding her baby, means that G and I are rarely apart. It took months upon months before I got the courage up to venture out alone to pick up …
One of the best things I’ve ever done for myself is go to Starbucks once a week. I’m sitting in Starbucks as I write this, sipping a tall caramel macchiato, decaf thank-you-very-much because I’m still a nursing mommy, and I want my baby boy (as well as myself) to sleep well tonight. I have the …
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We’re five months into this motherhood gig, and I’m slowly rebuilding. Those early days of motherhood are so blurry—when I look back I just see a hurting woman, staring down at her wise-eyed baby boy, in a dark apartment. The days ran together: August became September and September became the first snow fall. I remember long …
