I have a love-hate relationship with Mother’s Day. I feel bad saying so, but there it is. My ambivalence toward the holiday surfaced that first year Chris and I tried to get pregnant. As we struggled to start our family over the next 2 years, it snowballed with a heavy lean toward the hate side. … Read more >>
51, 53, 55—the number of days each of our triplets spent in the NICU. Just 1 day shy of 8 weeks total. This was remarkable, considering they’d been born at 28 weeks, 4 days. Even more remarkable was that they were simply “growers and feeders.” With the exception of a few worrisome medical issues early … Read more >>
It happened at the pediatrician’s office. I had spent the last week up to my elbows in what was apparently a case of viral diarrhea (as if plain ol’ diarrhea wasn’t bad enough). As the PA told me to give the Tagalongs a break from milk and went over the details of the BRAT diet, … Read more >>
Plan B. We’re all familiar with it, this spawn of Plan A, born when we find ourselves surrounded by failed good intentions. Then there’s Plan WTC. Plan WTC (What the Crap—this is a PG-13 blog) is what happens when Plan B runs amok and you find yourself so far off the beaten path that you … Read more >>
