I am surprised by motherhood. It is both everything and nothing like I expected – which summarizes my life these past twelve-weeks: unpredictably predictable. As a first time mom with an infant, a puppy, a husband who commutes, a book to write, a business to maintain and a house on the market, I shouldn’t be
ALL NIGHT LONG.
Last night I experienced a moment all parents await with baited anticipation: a full night’s sleep. This magical moment has eluded me for almost two full months – between the last few weeks of pregnancy and the first six weeks of Ellie’s little life – it’s been a long time. And even though everyone tells
BABY GIRL PRAYERS
“They” – you know, the plethora of people who give you advice during pregnancy as a first time mom – were right. Sleep is something of the past. A newborn – even the most angelic of them all – doesn’t have a sleep schedule, making the nights long and sleep a dashing dream. What “they”