At the start of 2015 I resolved myself to a daily ritual of self-harm in the form of giving up caffeine. I have a toddler and a 6-month-old, so this was pretty stupid. I’ve been going strong since the beginning of January and while I’m doing okay physically, I’d be a dirty lying liar if I told I wasn’t spending every waking moment dreaming about steaming lattes and sexy, curvaceous bottles of Coke Zero. More
Topic: mother health
It seems like every year, society finds new ways to publicly shame mothers. And sadly, it seems like every year, the reasons for it get even more ridiculous. This year was no exception as I found myself scrolling my social media feeds with my jaw on the floor as it seemed like every week another mom was being humiliated for a totally nonsensical reason. More
Forget letting your baby watch television or giving your first-grader an Instagram account, if you don’t take care of your own health, you’re neglecting your children. More
If you donâ€™t have ravaged, saggy, sad mom boobs than back right on up out of this post right now. I donâ€™t want to hear a word about how yours are still perky and stayed the same and just, STFU. My brethren, fellow owners of Saggy Mom Boobs, gather round. You know who you are. More
When I had my first child, I had to have a c-section for reasons completely out of my control. It was discovered over the course of my pregnancy that I had a problem ovary. It grew such huge cysts that my doctors determined it needed to come out when I had my baby. I accepted it and decided a healthy baby was all that mattered. More
I am 32 years old. I have had problems in the past resulting in the loss of one ovary. My mother’s test was positive. I know the odds are probably not in my favor that my test will be negative. More
Among the fairly standard labor horror stories of epidurals not working and not quite making it to the hospital is the doctor being all “you’re not ready yet.” Twenty-nine-year-old Irma Lopez now has one of the worst stories of this ilk in that after she was turned away, she gave birth on the lawn. Outside theÂ Rural Health CentreÂ that she had JUST been turned away from.
In 10 weeks or less, Iâ€™m going to be the mother of a son. I always assumed the likelihood of that phrase as a reality of my life was statistically the same as â€śI just bought an island.â€ť But here we are. Though my pregnancy has been textbook perfect from a physical standpoint, Iâ€™ve certainly experienced some of the abnormalities of being a fat pregnant lady. More
When my sister VĂ©ronique and I were pregnant, I developed slight jealousy of Marie. Every time VĂ©ronique and I would talk about our pregnancies (we were four weeks apart), she would chime in with “Well, Marie does this and I think that’s interesting” or “Marie said that when she was pregnant, this happened…”. No matter what question I thought I had answered, Marie had beaten me to it. Marie knew everything. More
The thing about PaFo is, you can go there for legitimate support and end up being told you’re a worthless parent who should be shot in the face. Below is a perfect example. First, sushiflower here comes to vent about some misfortune in her life. More
Katie Vyktoriah, the mother who got the entire blogosphere to turn around and say OH HELL NO after she alleged that her toddler got a pink headband ripped from his head,Â isn’t doing so well. After a visit from the authorities to properly assess the Walmart fiasco, Katie, or ratherÂ Kathleen Carpenter (her real name) has been taken into police custody herself.
Friends and family were surprised that I was still climbing. When my mom asked what we were up to on the weekend I could almost hear her silent judgment when I replied â€śclimbing.” She, and a few others, had asked me if I was afraid of slamming my belly against the wall. The way that I was climbing made that possibility almost impossible. I exclusively top rope climbed during my pregnancy. More
I had a lot of body image issue growing up. I started developing early and that led to teasing and bullying, which in turn led to self-loathing and eventually an eating disorder. I struggled with what was eventually diagnosed as bulimia from the age of 11 onward and it got to the point where I would binge and purge numerous times a day. I still have the scars on my right hand from making myself throw up, and I’ve battled the physical effects of bulimia as well as the emotional ones. More
I am choosing to smoke again.
It’s strange wording it like that, because I’ve never felt like it was a choice before. When I first started smoking cigarettes in my early 20s, it just kind of happened — a cigarette here and there, usually at a bar, sometimes on the drive home from work. It evolved into a pack a day habit. Then I quit a month before getting pregnant with my daughter and remained an ex-smoker for nearly two years. More