Before Baby: Battling Anxiety

Part of the intention of this blog is to become Eleanor’s mother more fully, but also to remember who I was before. That person is not gone. That person is only made more complete by Eleanor joining our lives and our family. Not every part of who I was before is something I’m proud of.Continue reading “Before Baby: Battling Anxiety”

Everything is New and Changes so Fast

Eleanor is three weeks old today, and she has already taught me so many lessons. Today’s lesson is about seeing the world through Eleanor’s eyes and how that changes my whole world. This little girl is something special – that’s for sure. Someday, I am sure, she will blow us all away. I am obsessedContinue reading “Everything is New and Changes so Fast”

Before baby: The KonMari Method

Part of the intention of this blog is to become Eleanor’s mother more fully, but also to remember who I was before. That person is not gone. That person is only made more complete by Eleanor joining our lives and our family. My most recent accomplishment was personal and directly related to preparing for Eleanor’sContinue reading “Before baby: The KonMari Method”

Our Birth Story

“Every child mythologizes [their birth],” is close to the line in _The Thirteenth Tale_ by Diane Setterfield. It is one of my favorite novels because it is the origin of so many quotes. I am sure many more will arise because they are so timely for what it is truly like growing up in aContinue reading “Our Birth Story”

When I became a mother

Again, this can be very confusing because “Mothers become mothers when they find out they’re pregnant, but fathers become fathers when they hold their baby the first time.” When did I become a mother? I didn’t become a mother by becoming pregnant. I have never been pregnant. I have tried to become pregnant – soContinue reading “When I became a mother”

Day Eight

Numbers are confusing, but it’s day 8 of Eleanor’s life and day 1 of the Abrupt halt for Motherhood blog. Mommy blogs are everywhere, so I don’t write for fame and fortune. I write for the wide-ranging versions of mothers out there who look for someone like them – or nothing like them. Eleanor wasContinue reading “Day Eight”