Musings on the three most important things in my life; my husband, my kids and my Little Yellow Notepad
There’s something they forget to tell you about in childbirth classes. Nineteen years after finishing that exhilarating and exciting class, the omission is becoming more and more glaring. It’s called TEENAGERS. They forget to tell you that the little adorable baby that you will soon hold will keep growing and then tower over you. That… Continue reading What they forget to tell you in childbirth class…
I just need to peel 10 potatoes. Throw the chicken in the oven. Quickly cut up some cucumbers. I should have it all done in time for it to be ready when the kids finish their computer time. Mommy Camp is running nice and smooth at this very moment and I’m feeling pretty pleased about… Continue reading Newborn Joys
When my 12th grade teacher concluded her class on CPR & First Aid and spoke briefly about Labor & Delivery, she asked who planned to have an epidural. I raised my hand. Not that I knew much about it; knowing that it took away pain was enough info for me. And when she described how long… Continue reading To Epidural or not to Epidural, that is the REAL question
I'm looking for the Surgeon General. I'm determined to uncover who is this ambiguous being who has the authority to issue ominous warnings and rules on a whim, without ever checking with those it affects. Surgeon General, we have a bone to pick. Boruch Hashem, two weeks ago I gave birth to another little beautiful… Continue reading Surgeon General, we’ve got a bone to pick
