I had not eaten or drank anything all day. Yesterday was one month since my husband’s passing; food held no allure for me. A visitor stopped by in the afternoon, and it was probably the last person in the world that I wanted to see, yet in the queerest way I was thankful. I suddenly had the urge to lock-up the place I had been locked up in for three days, and go find something good out there. There must be a positive in this town, I thought.
It's ungraciously early on a biting spring morning and I'm watching my youngest son haring across the school tarmac, little chuffs of steam trailing his wake in the white March sunlight, and I'm crying. Not with the sentimentality such inevitable maternal unbridling provokes—nor icy panic caused by my nest emptying at an alarming rate. I'm crying because the canteen staff are cooking meat and onions, and I'm remembering my mothers shepherd's pie.
Last night was BAD. And I mean J, my two and a half-year-old, just would not listen for anything. The day started out pretty rough, so I knew it wasn't going to be the greatest of days, but when I say it was the worst day I've had as a mother, I mean it. Even the newborn stage was not this difficult. He's trying to insert his independence and let me know that he is making decisions for himself even if I don’t agree with those decisions or if they’re dangerous.
Two weeks ago, I gave birth to my first son Roman. He arrived at 6AM on January 8, four days early, on the date I wanted. I asked my belly and he listened. He shares his birthday with Bowie, Elvis, and Stephen Hawking, and I have never been so overwhelmed with love and emotion in my life. Everyone tells you, "You don’t know love till you have kids."
On January 30, 2019 , Chicago’s weather greatly decreased to a low of -21 degrees. All schools were cancelled for that Wednesday. Oddly enough, it did not snow much that day, though there was snow on the ground.
Having a baby is one of the most life-changing events any woman will go through in her life. Even with multiple children, each newborn brought home forces the family dynamic and routine to vastly change. The key to getting through the first few months with a newborn at home is to enlist the help of friends and family that can help to carry on normal household duties and care for other children while you focus on tending to your new baby. It’s even harder for single mothers, who not only have to adjust to the new life but also, have to worry about establishing child support orders. Make sure you prepare well before giving birth, such as writing down a baby registry checklist if it’s your first child. In this way, you only have to think about your child’s well-being and your well-being.
It's every parent's worst nightmare. You worked hard to make sure your nursery was safe. You fed your child all the right food. You even bought a baby monitor that kept a good eye on your little one's movements. But then, one night, your child's heart stopped beating.
Every summer the rising heat brings the wave of headlines reading “Another Child Left to Die in Hot Car,” and the masses screaming, “What is wrong with people?! How could they be so careless?” Which leads me to think, everybody gets so distressed about people leaving their babies in hot cars because dozens of children perish every year. It's common sense to NOT DO THAT, right? So why is it that we still practically condone things like unsafe sleep, feeding, and car seat habits when THOUSANDS of children are dying?
As a parent of a five year old, it's become increasingly difficult to find ways to entertain my child in a fun, yet somewhat educational way. After hearing my parents preach this for years, I can't believe I'm actually saying it myself, but kids today spend too much time glued to a screen. Back when I was a kid, all my parents really had to worry about was that "evil" television screen, but now there are iPhones, iPads, I this and I that, and my kid wants to see ALL of them.