So Scott and I went the wonderful store today where you can get baby gear AND nursing bras and I got re-fitted for mine.
At the register, I ran into a woman whom I recognized from prenatal yoga. Her bundle was in her snap-and-go, just like mine. We chatted a bit about birth dates and . . . → Read More: this stuff happens to other people but not to me
About a week after the birth, we received three separate bills from the hospital. Two were for around $5,000 each, and one for over $32,000. They weren’t itemized but rather mentioned a few of the services rendered by title. For example, Nursery/Level I: $3646. (What “nursery”? I don’t recall any such service.) A note on . . . → Read More: the funny thing about hospital bills
We met with our doula yesterday for our post-birth wrap-up. A chance for us to discuss what had happened, for me to express my joy or/and frustration, ask questions, get her perspective.
She was due to arrive at 3 p.m. She was running a little bit late. In that intervening 15 minutes, my brain went . . . → Read More: wretch to angel (part one-point-five): the revised view
If you’d gone through what he’d gone through, you’d be pretty pissed off too.
First of all, he wasn’t expecting to come out yet. I certainly wasn’t expecting him yet.
First-born babies are ALWAYS late, right?
I was so busy psyching myself up for the potential of three remaining weeks of difficulty walking, sitting, standing, . . . → Read More: from inconsolable wretch to angel baby (part one): entry into the world