Iām currently on my so-called āBaby Moon.ā While this term can mean a trip you take BEFORE baby comes (dammit, I really shouldāve squeezed in that one), it can also describe the period of time after baby is born in which you swoon over your brand new infant child all day, every day until you have to (at some point, ugh) start assimilating back into the real world. It could take weeks or months until you feel ready and Iām sure it varies from one postpartum mama to the next. But personally, I decided to take my second postpartum stint as slow as humanly possible, soak in the ābabymooningā and just be easy with myself. More
Author Archives: Sarah Bregel
As mothers, we are undeniably different in a myriad of ways. The choices we make for our children since birth sometimes come to define the way we think of ourselves as parents. Some of us breastfeed exclusively until our babies arenāt babies. Some go straight to formula. Some homeschool or unschool or nature school while others prefer good old fashioned public school. Some cosleep and others think a crib down the hall ensures everyone gets the best rest. No matter how tolerant we are of each otherās choices, we undoubtedly have opinions about what is best. Thatās because weāre mothers and we (mostly) care deeply about these seemingly menial choices. At times, they can feel like the most important thing in our universe.
But the truth is, I have to write about my experiences as a parent. It has never really felt like a choice. I simply have to do it. And not only has it been a source of income and motivation for me as a mother, at times it has helped shape my parenting journey. It gives me reason to examine the choices I make, helps me relate to others and to truly know myself as a mother and Iām thankful every day that I get the opportunity to do it. More
I had terrible post partum depression after my last pregnancy. This time, I’m being proactive. I’m going to eat my placenta. More
I miss sleep. More
What was lacking in the care I received was even a small amount of choice about my body, my rights and my baby or the acknowledgment that this was, in fact, a natural event that was about to occur. I believed it was. Modern day medicine however, did not. So when I got pregnant again, I decided to seek out a different mode of care. I wanted someone I felt I could trust but that also trusted me. Time and time again I was told āyouāre looking for a midwife.ā
Though Iām not exactly a super sunny, glowy creator-of-life, I definitely place a certain value on being pregnant, knowing that this time is short-lived- just a blip on the old radar. One day, thereās a good chance Iāll struggle to remember what it felt like to get kicked in the ribs all night or fart on command. Thatās why Iām all for commemorating your pregnancy in any way that is appealing to you, no matter how absurd. More
This will be the last time Iām ever pregnant (God-willing). Though in my current state Iām doubting to the debts of my soul that Iāll actually miss it, maybe thatās not completely true. In an effort to āenjoyā this pregnancy (and I use that term very lightly) Iām trying to find a few things to embrace. More
Most women experience some form of pregnancy sickness. But for some, severe pregnancy sickness, otherwise known as hyperemesis gravidarum, may be the most challenging thing they ever go through in their lives. Iām currently experiencing my second pregnancy with HG and Iām here to tell you, itās no picnic. More
Every time someone I know has their first baby, at some point between getting knocked up and going to the delivery room, couch, floor or tub, there seems to be this HOLY SHIT moment. Not āholy shit, Iām pregnant, Iām going to be a mother. Creation is such a miraculous thing!ā Well, sure. That, too. But Iām talking about the Holy-Shit-this-is-so-much-grosser-than-I-ever-thought-possible moment. And then thereās the inevitable, āwhy didnāt anyone tell me that would happen?ā More
Dear Postpartum, Hormonal, Completely Overwhelmed Self,
Youāre probably a little bit gone right now. But thatās okay. Iāll talk anyway. I know youāre tired — no, exhausted beyond anything youāve ever known. I know youāve been up all night for the past 10 straight nights. I know the only thing you want is sleep, not for a few hours, not for a night — for a week and then some. I know the thought of moving forward and into another day is exhausting in itself and knowing that that you canāt call out sick, you canāt give up, itās all on you, no matter what, is crushing. More
I was a few months postpartum when my husband bought me a month of unlimited yoga. It sounded great, but my initial thought was āhow can I possibly leave my baby to go do this?ā But I knew I had to.
I had been to yoga a few times before and nothing about it really stuck. I was more accustomed to running off my problems. Sitting with them was never something that seemed desirable. More
This past week my family and I celebrated my 28th birthday. One of the reasons it was so enjoyable is that this year Iām really settling into feeling content with my life and not feeling like I need or want anything at all. Just being with my family was more than enough and I was quite happy to have just a few practical gifts, useful things for my home and business, just the way I wanted it to be. No muss, no fuss.
But there was one thing that got me down: my 3-year-old daughter got presents, too. More
Stumble out of bed with one eye open. Locate middle of the night pee and do a mediocre job cleaning it up with a towel.
Beg your toddler to get dressed while making at least three more empty threats. Say āno you cannot wear your bathing suit to schoolā no less than 12 times and commence yoga breathing techniques.
Settle on an outfit thatās only sort of insane looking and tell yourself you donāt care what anyone thinks — your child is a creative genius. More