Our Birth Story

One year ago. You were just beginning to make your appearance known. And while so much has changed since then, so much remains the same. I still carry you with me everywhere I go. You no longer take up all the room in my belly but you hold all of the space in my heart.

Dear mama: your birth is not going to go as planned. Despite all of the prenatal yoga you did, the books on natural birthing techniques you read, and the empowering mantras you repeated in your head. But youand your babyare going to be okay. Remember this when they tell you the fetal heat rate is dropping. Remember it when the words emergency c-section escape their lips. Remember it as they wheel your terrified and shaking body into the operating room.... Remember this when you and your husband are drowning in silence as you wait for that first cry. Dear mama: you are not defined by your birth story. But it will define a new version of you. One with a strength you never knew you had. One full of a love you never new existed. One with a whole new perspective on life. Dear mama: you’ve got this. You were made for this. This is the story of how you meet your beautiful baby girl. It doesn’t go the way you intended, but it is yours. And you will own this shit. - A letter to my former self See more

Is it 5 o’clock yet?

"Here is the thing: parents today are exhausted. We are drained. We are trying to do it all. We work long hours and our work day doesn’t always end when we leave the office. We commute to work which lengthens our day. We have to drive our kids to their after-school activities, make dinner, keep our home showroom-ready, play with our kids and come up with Pinterest-worthy activities to keep them occupied at all times. It is energy-sapping.... But the truth is, we are doing it to ourselves."

"When you have to fight Euron at 6 and feed your kid at 7."