Thank God the world is made up of so many mothers- mothers who work in the check-out line at the grocery store, mothers who ride on airplanes, mothers who teach at my childâ€™s school and mothers who deliver my mail. If I wasnâ€™t constantly surrounded by a sea of women who also have coffee-stained shirts hidden under blazers or sweatshirts and pink hair-ties hiding under their locks, Iâ€™d be in a pretty rough spot. More
Author Archives: Sarah Bregel
You know those commercials that pop up around the holidays that show a family baking happily together? Flour dusting the childrenâ€™s rosy cheeks as they sprinkle the cinnamon and steal licks of batter. Everyone giggles. Mom is all smiles, and the kids are listening attentively to her measuring instructions. One big happy family.
Well, these commercials, no matter how heart-warming, are complete and total bulls**t. More
If the grandparents are coming to town this holiday season, you may want to post this list up on your soon-to-be goodie-stuffed fridge. Or better yet, print it out and send it to them anonymously BEFORE all hell breaks loose at the â€śmost wonderful time of the year.â€ť More
Already the parent of a 4-year-old, I learned almost instantly that being home with a newborn and a preschooler was somehow far more demanding than getting out of the house. Sanity was still a little far off from existing inside our four walls so we spent most of the summer at the pool. Even if it took hours between nursing and temper tantrums and loading up the pool bag with diapers, toys, sunscreen and towels, it was still less daunting than a day spent indoors More
As a parent, I know how easy it is to neglect alone time with your partner (whatâ€™s mine’s name again?). With bustling kids to and fro, nursing a baby and generally being too ill-rested to want to show my face in public, staying in often seems like the far more sane option. I mean, why go out when home is where the wine and Netflix live? More
Iâ€™m currently on my so-called â€śBaby Moon.â€ť While this term can mean a trip you take BEFORE baby comes (dammit, I really shouldâ€™ve 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 Iâ€™m 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 â€śbabymooningâ€ť and just be easy with myself. More
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 arenâ€™t 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 otherâ€™s choices, we undoubtedly have opinions about what is best. Thatâ€™s because weâ€™re 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 Iâ€™m 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 â€śyouâ€™re looking for a midwife.â€ť
Though Iâ€™m 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, thereâ€™s a good chance Iâ€™ll struggle to remember what it felt like to get kicked in the ribs all night or fart on command. Thatâ€™s why Iâ€™m all for commemorating your pregnancy in any way that is appealing to you, no matter how absurd. More
This will be the last time Iâ€™m ever pregnant (God-willing). Though in my current state Iâ€™m doubting to the debts of my soul that Iâ€™ll actually miss it, maybe thatâ€™s not completely true. In an effort to â€śenjoyâ€ť this pregnancy (and I use that term very lightly) Iâ€™m 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. Iâ€™m currently experiencing my second pregnancy with HG and Iâ€™m here to tell you, itâ€™s no picnic. More