First thing I did when I learned I was pregnant was go to the library and check out a ton of books: the A's to Z's of it all. Books and the Internet taught me how to be pregnant. They taught me how to give birth. How to take care of a newborn. How to be a mother. How to maintain marriage after baby. How to return to work and not go crazy from it ( Read more... )

My new boss just brought me a stack of books on simple living. She said I looked like I would be into that stuff. I glanced through the books to see what simple living was all about ( Read more... )

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Attachment parenting surely led me down the wrong pass. Freshly pregnant, I was innocently reading about different ways to parent, wondering why all this leaves me so indifferent. And then attachment parenting screamed my name. I was no longer indifferent. I held its postulates close to my heart and with my child's arrival I followed them ( Read more... )

I was waiting for the bus this morning at the park-n-ride and there were a few other buses parked around the lot. Bored, I was looking around the ads on the side of the buses, not really paying attention. After I was done looking around, I went on to stare at my shoes, when it dawned on me... Wait a minute! Did I just see the word "breastfeeding" ( Read more... )

Brain, Child - a magazine
I knew when I was subscribing to it, that "Brain, Child" would clash with my ideas on parenthood. After all, it was part of the reason I subscribed. That, and the fact that the magazine toted itself as a great read. It was exactly what I got. All of it was a great read, even though essays and fiction were written by ( Read more... )

From today's Mothering.com:

In our case, when the ultrasound showed all of us that Grace's heart was no longer beating, I wasn't given the choice of going home even though there was no medical reason to keep me in the hospital ( Read more... )

A very strong book, sucks you in and doesn't let go until finished. I loved the movie a few years back, but, as always, the book is far better. But the reason I loved the movie first and now the book is the same - a severely complicated mother-daughter love. Something I know a few things about. I think we all do. The severity of complication almost ( Read more... )

When I became a mother, I felt the door of motherhood slammed in my face. I had to return to work. There were other options, but they were unacceptable for the ultimate well-being of our family. I have been working for four long months now and it hasn't become any easier. In my previous posts, I've tried to rationalize, explain, convince and excuse ( Read more... )

I created this journal separately from koliko to express my identity outside of being a mom. There is more to me, after all, or so I like to think.

It seems that motherhood invaded my journal nevertheless.