Last weekend, Maelle and I took our first big trip all by ourselves! When Andrew found out he had to take a business trip to Italy and Germany (lucky duck!), I knew I’d need to break up the time somehow, so I planned a trip to see my bestie, Emily. She also has a new baby, five-month-old Emmett, and we thought it would be perfect to meet in the middle at our favorite destination, Chagrin Falls. Continue reading “Chagrin Falls, party of four”
We’ve been trying to get Maelle to take a pacifier–any pacifier–since we brought her home from the hospital, with little success. We also tried to introduce bottles a couple times this past week, with only slightly more success. I was beginning to think her resistance to both of these might be the start of more fussiness. Continue reading “four pacis and a bottle”
It’s been six weeks (!!!) since our Maelle made her appearance, and I’m only just now finishing the story of her birth. That #newbornlife is NO JOKE.
My lackadaisical attitude toward the writing of birth stories–both before and after I got pregnant–has always baffled me. As a woman, I understand the desire–need, even–for a mother to process the momentous event of her child’s birth, whether with a friend over coffee or on paper. As a writer, I understand the epic storyline and suspense found in the telling of one’s experience laboring and delivering a child. Yet, writing the story of my own child’s birth was not one I was bursting at the seams to document. Even now, I’m probably penning this more for posterity or ‘completeness’ rather than out of enthusiasm, but trust that my feelings will warm in the process of the telling. Continue reading “a star is born”