Posted by Jerika Welch
Every mommy deals with it. Every baby experiences it. Teething is an inevitable pain that we all have to survive in the first years of our baby’s life. Baylor just turned a year old and is now working on his 3rd and 4th tooth. These two top teeth have been much more of a hassle than the two bottom were, and I’m scared that it only gets worse from here. Midnight crying sessions are something that we have become accustomed to during the growth of those two teeth. Thankfully, these sleepless nights and bad days come in waves. I try to make him as comfortable as possible because, of course, it shatters my heart to see him in pain. There are few things that seem to do the trick to cheer him up when he is frustrated with pain.
Posted by Chaunie Brusie
When I found out that I was having a boy for the first time, I admit that I worried about not being a “boy’s” type of mom.
After two daughters, I was well familiar with the world of princesses and the parties and spa days, but did I know about the world of boys?
Would I be a good rough `n tumble mom? Could I work up the proper fascination for toy trains and dinosaurs? If my son turned out to be anything like the brother I remembered from my childhood, constantly smashing toys together and always making things fight, I was a little more than concerned about the fate that lay ahead.
Posted by Lauren Hartmann
Some days as a mother are just tough. As much as I love my daughter and love being her mommy, some days just aren’t always so magical. There are days when my child is grumpy and seems to have meltdowns at every turn and days when everything feels like a power struggle. There are days when I’m rushed and consumed with the zillion items on my to-do list and days when I am feeling exhausted and at the end of my rope. But, I’ve been learning something about these less than magical days lately…they still possess magical moments if we only take the time to look.
Posted by Amnah Ibrahim
I remember when I was pregnant with my first child, finding out the gender was all I could think about. Will I have a princess or a prince? Should I stock up on pink outfits or blue outfits? I had to pick out what bedding to get for the nursery! I felt like I just had to know. I felt I wouldn’t be prepared for the baby unless I knew the gender. After the birth of my daughter, I realized her gender was the least important aspect of my pregnancy.
Posted by Chaunie Brusie
The past two weeks of my life have been, how do I say this diplomatically…
My son seems to be set on a full-blown mission to test my every last shred of patience, willpower, and sanity, and frankly, I am just left here, gasping for air and holding on to my motherhood flag of surrender in humbled defeat.