“Since when is there a time limit on nursing your child? I’m 18 months in and she has no interest in stopping, and quite frankly, neither do I.”
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“Since when is there a time limit on nursing your child? I’m 18 months in and she has no interest in stopping, and quite frankly, neither do I.”
“‘We’re by NO means equipped to care for someone else’s child. We don’t even have OUR OWN kids.’ I knew I couldn’t just let that dream pass me by.”
“I wish there was a simple fix. A magical playlist to erase her anxieties and ease the panic. I can’t take this burden from her, but I can wrap her in my embrace. For as long as she’ll let me, I will be her stand-in lullaby.”
“I actually felt the needle scrape the bone and went straight to work after. When a coworker called me lazy for not offering her help, I was beyond myself. I posted on Facebook, finally exposing my secret to the world. That was the first step.”
“Nobody was putting an end to it, not the teachers, principal, not even other kids who witnessed the bullying.”
“I’d spend hours just breathing him in. Watching the rise and fall of his chest. Kissing his forehead and snuggling his sweet little body. Still, I longed for sleep. Then, without warning, it all quickly slipped away. He didn’t need my snuggles anymore.I didn’t know the last time would be the last time.”
“I looked down at her hands and knew something was off. The mom in me knew. ‘So she’s going to be small? No big deal!’ We could tell there was something else he wasn’t telling us.”
“Decorating the tree with my favorite Hallmark ornaments. Christmas music ringing through the house. Sledding down the neighbors’ driveway. Sipping hot cocoa from mugs adorned with snowmen. Driving around town in search of the best lights. Those moments? They last a lifetime.”
“I was there for her first smile, first bath, first words. Nothing prepared me for giving ‘my’ child away to be adopted by someone else. Rocking her to sleep for the last time was the hardest thing I’d ever do. I was sure I’d shatter completely.”
“I began to see differences in him. Ronin was banging his head against the floor and pulling my hair out by the handful during his meltdowns. Doing nothing didn’t seem right.”