“I Love my Baby, but…”
I would like to ban this phrase from all of Mommydom. I can’t tell you how many of my friends have used this opener right before they confessed that they were tired all of the time or unsure about breastfeeding or resentful that they didn’t feel like themselves yet and their husbands didn’t seem to be skipping the proverbial beat. Every time, one of my friends reminds me that they love their baby, I try to interrupt, “I know you do — just tell me what’s on your mind.”
My collection of essays, “There’s a Puma in the Kitchen and Other Unexpected Tales of Motherhood,” provides a glimpse into all of the things I expected about pregnancy and motherhood… and all the things I actually found awaiting me. You will read about my broken boobies, my inability to let my youngest daughter sleep through the night and, oh yeah, that time I dented my oldest daughter’s forehead.