I need to vent. I need to mom-vent. Is that a thing? A phrase people use? If they don’t, they totally should. Here’s the basic jist if what I consider a mom-vent: The people you love most are bound to drive you bat shit crazy sometimes. Airing that laundry just feels better. I LOVE MY…… Continue reading Mom-venting: It Just Feels Better
Author: Jennifer Otto
Baby Number Four: What’s One More?
It’s 10am and I’m still in bed. I have a pillow between myself and the headboard, supporting my lower back. My legs are crossed underneath sheets that have been twisted every which way from a night spent tossing and turning. There’s a U-shaped pillow resting on top of my legs. It fits perfectly around my…… Continue reading Baby Number Four: What’s One More?
My fourth c-section was the easiest AND hardest
*NOTE: This is my personal experience. Cesarean deliveries are major surgeries. Each pregnancy is unique and it is between you and your doctor whether one or multiple surgeries are preformed. We knew from the beginning of this pregnancy that it would be a cesarean delivery. My first had been an emergency surgery, after a 30-some-hour…… Continue reading My fourth c-section was the easiest AND hardest
Is Your Child’s Daycare/Day Camp Safe?
I just read this story on Scary Mommy about a child who lost her life at a summer camp, and what her parents wish they had known/thought of beforehand. While the story was tragic, terrifying, and incredibly sad, it highlights some VERY important truths you may not realize about camps (and daycare facilities, really). You…… Continue reading Is Your Child’s Daycare/Day Camp Safe?
Don’t tell me how to feel about my birth story!
Pretty recently, I was lucky enough to be interviewed for two separate articles written for today.com. Both featured women who have been through cesarean deliveries – their stories, outcomes, and their feelings. One article highlighted the stigma sometimes associated with such deliveries and the other focused on recovery stories. April is C-Section Awareness Month. Over…… Continue reading Don’t tell me how to feel about my birth story!
Blood-Sugar Rush: My Gestational Diabetes Diagnosis
A couple weeks ago, I had my blood drawn for that standard glucose test all pregnant women have to do. Ya know, the one near the end of the second trimester, where you drink the orange sugary stuff, then your blood is drawn after an hour. I failed – which apparently isn’t hard to do…… Continue reading Blood-Sugar Rush: My Gestational Diabetes Diagnosis
I’m pregnant, and craving more than JUST food!
Weird food combos or cravings are not at all uncommon during pregnancy. If you’ve yet to experience any for yourself, you’ve at least heard of or know someone who has. Ice cream with a side of pickles, anyone? But, what about craving other things during pregnancy? Yes, I mean other than food. The truth is,…… Continue reading I’m pregnant, and craving more than JUST food!
A Tale of Two Under-boobies
Fair warning, guys – I’m about to talk about boobs. And, not in a fun and sexy way. I’m into my third trimester of my fourth pregnancy. NOTHING about this time has been like the others. Just a couple months back, I developed this awesome preggo rash called Pruritic Folliculitis. I’ve never had an itch…… Continue reading A Tale of Two Under-boobies
Breastfeeding & PPD
I was 24 when I had baby number one. As a first time mom, I had tons of naive expectations for what everything would be like. The pregnancy. The delivery. All the bonding that would happen during maternity leave. I guess I just assumed every step on that 9-month journey (and every day after) would…… Continue reading Breastfeeding & PPD
What being snubbed by my “Gal Pals” taught me
Pretty recently, a group of women, whom I consider “my group,” went out for dinner and drinks without me. I awoke one morning to see dozens of photos posted on social media, captioned, “Girl’s Night!” They sat together in a restaurant, around a large, welcoming table, holding up drinks and baring gleeful smiles. I did…… Continue reading What being snubbed by my “Gal Pals” taught me
