Other women don’t tell you, “Thank you for the heartbeat” (a post about Febrile Seizers)

is what your son will say to the OB assistant after she lets him hear his little brother or sister’s heart beat on the Fetal Doppler, his three-year-old hands, on fire from the fever, patting his own belly to the whooshing rhythm. He had woken-up that morning burning, climbing into your bed like a little [...]

Other women don’t tell you that you will apologize constantly and for everything.

Especially when you spend the day pushing around an empty stroller, you will constantly apologize that it's empty. You will tell people not to hold doors open or help in any way because you don't deserve such things given that your child is not with you. You will feel obliged to repeat that the stroller [...]

Other women don’t tell you when you choose to leave (and you will)

you won’t go very far. And you will see your son everywhere. When you go away for two nights in January, not for a conference or obligation or commitment, but wholly for yourself, to celebrate a friend’s birthday, those two days pass the way of his childhood, in a flash and eternity at once. Before [...]

Other women don’t tell you what you will learn when you ask your child about love

He will tell you he loves himself. When he first begins talking, he will press his palms into his chest and say his name as emphatically as he can, despite being unable to pronounce the soft middle “L” yet, or the final hard consonant “N.” Who do you love? You will ask him. And he [...]

Other women don’t tell you it only gets harder

Because who needs that kind of honesty when you are already struggling? So instead, they tell you it gets easier. Instead, they say, you’ll find a routine and get used to things, and of course, this too, is true. You do get used to things, because a human being can get used to anything. And [...]