I was standing in our kitchen, our colicky two-month-old strapped to my chest while she protested the pain in her stomach. My eardrums ached about as much as my heart did seeing her hurting, and next came on the guilt that only a nursing mom knows when there are suspected food allergies. I had abstained from all dairy, peppers, onions and chocolate for weeks, and it didn’t make a lick of difference. She had the dreaded colic, something I had never dealt with before, that produced hours of crying every night and a demand to be nursed every two hours from day one. Her high needs plus the ongoing lack of sleep made everything harder.
The Village In My Nursery
It’s nine o’ clock PM, and all the kids are in bed. I’m in my happy place…..and the baby starts crying.
Looks That Kill: The Time I Almost Killed The Fiddle Fig
When we began the process of redesigning our home, my amazing friend and interior designer Annie, placed a Fiddle-Leaf Fig Tree in our living room idea board. While it was just a suggestion, I was beyond thrilled. It was love at first sight!
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Parents Aren’t Perfect
If I could write a book
I would title it
“Parents Aren’t Perfect.”
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