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 when your child is sick (the languages of need and want)

A small part of you will enjoy it. Not his sore throat, because you would take all of his pain for yourself if you could. Not his restless turning in bed, his sweaty body tangled in a mess of blankets and pillows and sheets, and you can’t seem to find the right amount of layers [...]