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Baby # 2 - A decision made lightly
Scarlett just turned two years old, the birthday that is also the unspoken moment when not-so-new parents actively start trying for kid #2. Since Scarlett was an accident, I never even imagined a number one. But when she came into being, my husband sprung the zinger on me: 0 or 2. I gasped, but he unknowingly echoed the numbers in my own head. Yes, I believed it too. When we were zero, the selfish possibilities were endless. When I imagine two, the selfless possibilities seem endless, too.
One seems slightly cruel, more selfish than zero. My friends who are only children are a little odd about things. Highly intelligent to the point of eccentricity. Socially uncomfortable. Particular about the arrangement of their space. Neat freaks. Loners. It makes sense. Not having to share your space, toys, food or thoughts. Not having someone to look up to or down upon, fight with or fight for, say sorry to, work through difficult social interactions. Having only quiet, boring adults for company.
By Sho Sho Smith
A Friendship Based on Illusion
The baby and toddler years will always be amongst my most memorable memories. It wasn’t easy finding a group of women who felt the same exact way I did about mommying.
We shared insecurities, secrets, tips, and truly gave each other what was left of us that we didn’t give to our children.
Then — something changed.
By Dawn YunGirlfriend, It’s Time to Move On
The baby and toddler years will always be amongst my most memorable memories. It wasn’t easy finding a group of women who felt the same exact way I did about mommying.
My Son is ALL Boy
Asa is six and a half months old. A boy in the house, amidst all of Adeline’s girliness.
PREGNANT — and not
In the many years I’ve been struggling to get pregnant (and I succeeded once), I’ve never taken a pregnancy test in hopes that it would be negative.
But that’s what I did last week.
A couple of months earlier I took another pregnancy test. I took that one because I was about to begin a medication for a sports injury and the pharmacist warned that you can’t take it if you’re pregnant.
By Cindy BaileyJust Who is Nursing Who?
The first time I held a baby to my breast to nurse, I felt a wet tugging at my nipple. My body was exhausted from the labor, but when collostrum flowed out into his ready little mouth, I sat there amazed.
Perhaps because I’d just endured a day and a half of labor, and perhaps because I was still reeling with thoughts of I have a baby boy—sweet mother of God! I have a baby boy! I looked down on his pink face too stunned to cry.
Looking down into his moist eyes as they took all of this new world in — the lights, the shapes, the sounds no longer filtered through what I imagined to be the red canopy of his life for nine and a half months.
By Anjie ReynoldsSaturday
It’s 7 a.m. Saturday morning and the alarm is going off.
“Mama!” Hug mama! Huggaaa mamaaa! Come get me mama, come get meeeeee!”
Alas, there is no snooze button. I roll over and nudge my husband, who is pretending to still be asleep. I nudge (i.e., push) him a second time. And so begins our weekly weekend battle for the bed… as in, “who gets to stay in it for another blessed half hour or maybe even 45 minutes?”
I fire the first shot. “I got up last Saturday.”
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