By Kate H.
My baby has four teeth.
At ten months, this child writhes and crawls over my body on waking, at bedtime. Nuzzling, sometimes nosediving, into my belly, into my breasts.
By Ayala P.
It started with love
And an ache to love more
To experience that unknowable love
that I knew about but couldn’t fully know until becoming a mother.
It’s different than I thought it would be.
More complex, which makes sense.
To experience that unknowable love
that I knew about but couldn’t fully know until becoming a mother.
It’s different than I thought it would be.
More complex, which makes sense.
By Ayala P.
Somehow I thought I wouldn’t change *that much* after becoming a parent. I had tons of childcare experience and I naively thought a baby would fit seamlessly into my life. It was around six months postpartum that I realized just how much I had transformed, and that I needed time and attention to get to know myself again.
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