Part 4: Mamma Mia – The You Frontier

Part 4: Mamma Mia – The You Frontier

I spent the first year of my daughter’s existence in perpetual learning mode: what her schedule should be, how to dress her, what to have in her diaper bag (which I forgot often in the beginning). Everything was a “first time” event so I tried to capture each moment...
Part 3: Mamma Mia – The New Frontier

Part 3: Mamma Mia – The New Frontier

Having been career driven before my daughter, Madeleine, I welcomed returning to work just to be doing something familiar – even with my gimpy wrist issues. But as Christophe and I dropped Madeleine off with her first daycare provider, Nensa Eramil, a wonderful...
Part 2: Mamma Mia – The Sweet

Part 2: Mamma Mia – The Sweet

Apart from being a little hungry at the beginning, Madeleine was a pretty funny baby. I’d watch her sleeping and she would break into a huge, toothless smile without warning. The way she held her spindly arms and legs reminded me of a baby chicken, so, after a while,...
Part 1: Mamma Mia – The Beginning

Part 1: Mamma Mia – The Beginning

Recently, I ran across a bunch of worksheets I had used when I was pumping milk for Madeleine. It brought me back to those crazy days with a laugh and a sigh of relief. Like many other areas of my life, early motherhood did not follow the blueprint that I read about...
Phenomenal Woman

Phenomenal Woman

My childhood friend, Kerry, is one of these women who shows how big love can be again and again. I met her when we were in middle school. We shared a love of dance, dark, sarcastic humor, and the daytime soap, General Hospital. There was many an afternoon where we’d...
Practicing the Slow Burn

Practicing the Slow Burn

I spent weeks preparing for Madeleine’s fourth birthday party this Sunday. But Saturday morning came and Madeleine awoke firing a string of big, bubbly-snot sneezes in quick succession. I had hoped that it was just dust allergies. But after a visit to the YMCA pool...
The Night Snacker Cometh

The Night Snacker Cometh

It’s 9pm and I’ve just put my daughter to bed or returned home from a late night at work. All is quiet except for the occasional key clacking from my husband’s computer. I change into pajamas and turn on the electric teakettle, preparing for another several hours of...
Part 3: Bringing In Baby – The Beginning

Part 3: Bringing In Baby – The Beginning

I remember getting the news through a voicemail while I was at work: I was officially pregnant. After wading through the IVF process for almost a year and a half, I had gotten lucky and I was grateful. I knew we weren’t out of the woods, but had a feeling that once...
Part 2: Bringing In Baby – The Mind

Part 2: Bringing In Baby – The Mind

There are many paths in the IVF journey since people come to it with different bodies and different lifestyles. But one place where each path intersects is the effect that it has on the mind. According to the journal I kept during the process, I did a pretty fair job...
Part 1: Bringing In Baby – The Body

Part 1: Bringing In Baby – The Body

I had always grown up thinking that my life would progress in the natural way: flirting, dating, marriage, kids. There was no reason to believe any different until I got to be 40 and took stock: I wasn’t in a relationship and was just making enough to get my first...