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I'm a professional family photographer and I have one beautiful son. But I've been pregnant three times. Last year I endured two miscarriages in the span of 10 months. My weariness was palpable. It lay on me like a thick heavy blanket. So many questions arose. So much soul-searching. It felt like a crisis of my spirit.
The truth is, no one prepared me for any of this. Yes, I read about postpartum depression and I read about the sleepless nights, but no one told me that these fears and worries are common and can happen to anyone. I thought I'd be in the clear, and thought I was a bad mother because I was scared. But so many mothers feel the way I did; they just don't talk about it.
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Whatever it was we were trying to do as we grew up -- a math test, a soccer game, a school play -- my mother helped us to see the art of the possible. No matter what the challenge, mum would always say, "Your father and I are proud of you no matter the outcome, as long as you just try your best."
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He loves his little baby just as much as he loves his trains. I think people need to stop over reacting with the whole dolls are for girls and trucks are for boys thing. Just let your kid be who they are, play with what they want to play with. In the end, they will grow up to be the person who they were meant to be.
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The truth behind four common pieces of baby advice.
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Whether you’re on a red eye flight or a quick hour-long jaunt, here are four tips to help you and your tiny passenger along the way.
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20 questions every expectant mother has heard time and time again (and again and again).
From my earliest moments as a new mother, I'd longed for my daughter to experience the same enjoyment from reading and falling into a good book that I'd felt in my youth. I pictured us walking in tandem in our mutual appreciation for stories, unpacking plots and characters for each other as we bonded in conversation.
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The 24-metre statue depicts a doleful woman with her arms outstretched toward Europe.
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In 2013, my mother died. The moment when the doctors asked me to "pull the plug," I knew my life would never again be the same. Her death hasn't addressed any questions or fears I had about dying, but it's given me new insights on how to move forward with life.
You wonder if it will ever get better. Wonder, too, if there really is a light at the end of the tunnel. Wonder incessantly if you will ever have energy again. All while you also wonder if you ever will see a semblance of your former self again. I hear you, friend, and I truly feel for you. I remember those days.
I darted the way she had gone, but there was no sign of her. I was praying for her little legs to appear under the hanging shirts and pants, but there was just empty space. As every excruciating second ticked by, I felt a little more hysterical.
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Right before we were about to leave, I felt the strongest baby kick I have ever felt. It took my breath away. I looked at my husband in shock. I knew at that moment we weren't going home. I stood up and whoooooosh, my water broke.
Forget the mommy wars. Companies pit us against each other and sell more products. Once we realize that mommy wars don't exist and that we are all actually just trying to do whatever works best for us we can focus on talking about our differences and opening ourselves up to what others are doing and have to say.