Maybe her milk just came in, or maybe she’s savoring an hour of freedom under a big blue sky. By Katherine Witt
new motherhood
We’re still in the early days of new parenthood; our days are still so deeply repetitive and entwined. By Hallie Waugh
I’ve made it this far. Fifteen months without postpartum depression. No. Please no. By Liza Ruggiero
Picking my daughter up from preschool feels like running a marathon. But what right do I have to feel this way? By Ali Dondero
Nursing my son to sleep, I contemplated Marie Curie. By Nadja Cech
Moms are supposed to rebound. Some of us don’t. By Christy Tending
Motherwell talks to Jungian psychologist Lisa Marchiano about her new book, and motherhood as a journey of self-discovery.
I was a morning walker well before I was a mother. By Emma Wilkins
We tell the world about the lives that live, but we hold inside the lives that are lost. By Adrian Rose
Time stands still in the NICU. Days are long, nights are lonely, and you feel useless. By Tania Lorena Rivera
Motherhood changes the way we think and feel about ourselves. We talked to Ilyse Dobrow DiMarco about how to cope with this upheaval.
It’s not just a celebrity thing. I know lots of mothers who have struck this pose. By Andrea Firth
All my OCD has become focused on making unpredictable toddlers happy and I am exhausted. By Jenny Leon
In the past twelve months you have become Mama and Mommy and Mum, but you are also still you. By Emily Brisse
The internet says this stage can last weeks or months or more. You think to yourself, those experts must be wrong because I can’t take another day. By Samantha Gratton
When I was a new mom, it was easier to shame and blame than sit with the fear that I had made the wrong choice. By Caroline Grobler-Tanner
After my diagnosis, there was no question in anyone’s mind that my daughter was going to be bottle-fed. By Jenny Leon
Behind every “mommy brain” story, there’s a fuller picture. Modern motherhood makes impossible demands. By Nicole Graev Lipson
There have been many moments when I have simply broken down, walked upstairs and fallen face-first on my bed. By Tara Mandarano
I heard the baby crying again, I didn’t get up. I was too hungover. By Victoria Vanstone
Shelter in place has become a cocoon where our family has slowly let this diagnosis of Down syndrome sink in. By Maggie Shafer
Maybe following these accounts is a form of penance for the guilt of being one of the lucky ones who got to take her baby home. By Justine Feron
“Birth mom” does not make me feel like a baby machine without feelings, but it does clarify my role in her life. By Adrian Collins
If my mother is not here, who will show up to bring me flowers when I am vacuumed out,
cells gone, clean, neat, dark, unseeded? By Emily Franklin
They all took turns as babies, then toddlers, riding in the stroller’s deep reclining seat, casually enjoying Cheerios or clutching a favorite toy as I bounced behind. By Cara McDonough