The Days Are Long…

The second half of this adage is that the years are short.  But man, in those early days, all it feels is     L     O     N     G. Bean was born at 10:30a, and I remember even that first night in the hospital being exhausted (perhaps the labor bears much of that burden).  He was nursing incessantly, his […]

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Oh, the little clothes…

Is there anything cuter than baby clothing?  Me thinks not. But keeping those tiny items in some form of organization, especially when you’re so tired you may have put your keys in the fridge and the half eaten apple in your purse (maybe that’s just me?):  mission impossible. Before my son was born, I had […]

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I’m new here

10 months ago, I stepped in to a new role for which I was (at the “geriatric pregnancy” age of 36) totally unprepared.  I gave birth to my son, Bean. I suppose my morning sickness (thank god for diclegis) or perhaps my 31 hours of labor  at 41w3d (unmedicated until I cried mercy at 22 hours) should […]

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