Tag: motherhood
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Day 3: Just Right
A moment when everything was ‘just right’. When I read this, I knew my moment exactly. March 27, 2008 starting at about 11pm until about 5am on March 28. My son was born at 11:39am on March 27 and while the day was a steady stream of visitors, my husband went home around 10:30pm and…
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Memory #1: The boy who made me a Mom
The day you were born, everything changed. They told me to eat a light breakfast (I had toast), not to bring anything (which wasn’t totally true, we should have brought my bag). and come prepared to be induced for labour. They’d induce me, send me home, and we would wait… Probably all day for you…
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Memory #8: Becoming domesticated
When I was twelve, I sold my sewing machine to some missionaries who came to the garage sale we were having. It was a good little workhorse and I’d sewn many an item on it. Doll clothes – for my barbies and Cabbage patch dolls. Mostly made-up patterns because I couldn’t follow a pattern, I…
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Memory #15: Just breathe!
My second nephew was born in the fall of 2004. I didn’t have much opportunity to watch him the first year of his life, so when my brother and his partner asked me to look after him for their company Christmas party the following year, I was excited to welcome him (and my older nephew)…
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Memory #22: More Choices
Yesterday, I was speaking about the choices I had to make when I had my son and the things I knew, or thought I knew, for certain, I would “do” with him. Though I had never intended on co-sleeping, after a few failed weeks at trying to transition him to his own bed, I slipped…
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Memory #23: Choices
When I had my son, I had ideas of how things would be. I was so certain. Well, friends, Meatloaf had it wrong. ‘Two outta three’ may not have been bad, and while I did do ‘Three outta three’, the only thing that went “according to plan” was number three. I cloth diapered the crap…
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Memory #33: Two blue lines
It happened quite by accident, even if it was on purpose. After the miscarriage many months before, my body was not cooperating. My cycle was wonky, my temperature (which I was charting) was all over the map, and well, I had little hope of conceiving again. My husband living out of town limited our window…
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Memory #47: Loss
When I was twenty-one, rather by accident, I was told I would never have my own children. Having gone in for something completely different, learning this news was not something I was expecting to hear. It was hurtful, sad news – I knew I wanted children, not then, but one day. That possibility had just…
The Voices In My Head 