The toughest part about transitioning from a family of three to a family of four — when I’m breastfeeding and pumping — has been figuring out how to clone myself to spend time with my little girl, who I miss enormously.
It’s not that I don’t see her every day — I do, and for that I feel blessed — but the time we spend together hasn’t been quality time. And I feel awfully guilty about it.
I wholly believe a mom’s heart gets divided into as many kids as she has … but it doesn’t mean sometimes she doesn’t feel bad when she can’t give one of her kids her all. Especially when said kid really needs a little TLC. Continue reading “Easing the inevitable guilt”
I don’t know what I expected to happen when Maya met Ben, but I have to admit … I was a bit worried when my parents brought her to the hospital and she didn’t seem exactly … enthralled by Ben.
Don’t get me wrong; she was curious about him but — as I noted in Ben’s birth post — she was more interested in my IV, my incision, and “What we going to eat?” (yes, she is my kid through and through!) Continue reading “Sibling Love”
It’s really hard to find time these days for everything I want to find time for: family time, couple time, and me time. All are important. And one of them is suffering greatly: couple time.
It shouldn’t be … Maya goes to bed early enough. But it is.
Because we have fallen into the new parent trap of still trying to live like we did pre-baby, and, frankly, it’s not working.
As the film title goes, “Something’s gotta give.” Continue reading “Finding Couple Time as New Parents”
My husband is an engineer during the day and an MBA student at night who regularly travels 90 miles to and from Ann Arbor twice a week for class.
It’s kind of insane, but totally worth it. We’re hoping his MBA will give us new opportunities to explore as a family — but I’m not gonna lie … it’s a sacrifice on many levels.
He misses a lot of fun social events and spends a lot of time studying, on group conference calls, and preparing presentations. It’s been hard on me not having him around as much as I’d have liked the past few years, but he graduates this December so we can finally see the light.
We knew having a baby while he’s still in school would not be easy. So without me even suggesting it, he opted to just take one course this semester (so he could be home more with me and Maya) and then do this week-long class in Washington, D.C. that would be the same amount of credits as a usual class. This sounded like a genius idea at the time.
Until this week, when it wasn’t. Continue reading “Flying Solo”