“We don’t have to be best friends, follow each other on social media, hang out as a family, or even communicate about non-child centered things… but we do have to make it work for our kids.”

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“We don’t have to be best friends, follow each other on social media, hang out as a family, or even communicate about non-child centered things… but we do have to make it work for our kids.”
“I had visions of three beautiful girls dancing throughout my house. Two big sisters meeting their little sister in the hospital. Everything I ever hoped and dreamed for crashed to the ground.”
“I woke to find my husband blue in our bed with his left arm dangling off the side. My legs immediately felt as if they were made of concrete, and I could not stop screaming.”
“All women deserve to have a positive birthing experience, no matter what methods they choose.”
“When Mitchell got the bottle out of the cabinet, I froze. What if we give her too much and she overdoses and dies? I was terrified of giving her Tylenol, and broke down in tears as my baby wailed in pain. I felt too paralyzed by my own horrifying thoughts to do anything about it.”
“Delicious, homemade banana bread that is always so much more than the bread.”
“One day, our skin will be wrinkly and weathered, like gently worn leather, and our hair will have turned gray. But I know he’ll be sitting right next to me on the porch, holding my hand as we watch our grandkids play.”
“He will assure you it wasn’t special the first time, but you’ll still feel like you’re missing out on something that should have been yours. And yes, you knew all of this when you married him. And no, it doesn’t make it any easier.”
“It’s hard when you’re stressed beyond measure and still show up for your children with a smile, only to hear, ‘I miss dad.’ And it’s hard to hear the sadness in my husband’s voice when he calls and wants a play-by-play of the baseball game or the details of the dance recital.”
“I was bawling so hard I had to pull off the road for a few minutes to get my composure. All my fears and doubts came flooding to my memory. Why am I doing this? Is it just a waste of time and energy? Is she going to change her mind like everyone else? Will I ever be a mom?”