The Pressure On New Moms to Be Perfect Is Overwhelming

By De Elizabeth

It begins, appropriately enough, with pregnancy: the need to do everything — and I mean everything — to perfection. Drink enough water. Exercise, but not too much. Eat healthy foods, but watch out for ones that are dangerous. Get the nursery ready, but don’t over-exert yourself. “Sleep while you can,” but not on your back. Prepare as much as possible, but know that some things are out of your control.

That lack of control, that constant mystery, that’s what’s so difficult when striving to be as perfect as possible. You can have all the information, and yet, you don’t really know what’s happening inside your body, not until the baby is born and it’s all over.

But it’s not really all over, because a whole new layer begins. Continue reading

Labor & Delivery: Expectations vs Reality

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By Jillian Stacia

Having a baby is a life-changing experience. It was simultaneously the hardest and greatest thing I’ve ever done. Before I gave birth to my son, I had pictured the experience so many times. I read books, talked with friends, watched documentaries. I thought I knew exactly what to expect.

Of course, you never really know what something is like until you experience it firsthand. And my birth experience wasn’t exactly what I had envisioned. In fact, it was almost comically different in practically every aspect. Continue reading

I’m Already Nostalgic For Today

By De Elizabeth

Right now, it’s barely sunrise. I’ve already had a cup of coffee, washed some dishes, fed the cat, and filed a writing assignment. My newborn baby is asleep a few feet away, ironically, since she kept us up most of the night.

My daughter is exactly one month today. She’s a pretty terrible sleeper, and I’m told that most babies are at this age. She seems to hate the fancy bassinet we bought for our bedroom, and spends most of the night making noises that can only be compared to what I assume a baby dragon sounds like. Naturally, I spend most of the nighttime hours checking on her, making sure she’s not choking or something equally horrific, and picking her up when her noises enter the realm of “I’m gonna start screaming if you don’t hold me, FYI.” I’m not sure how much sleep I got last night, but I’ve somehow begun to learn to function on very little. Continue reading