When anxiety becomes ruthless and debilitating…

as I held him in my arms, I began to feel a sensation. I became lighter, almost as if I was floating in the hospital bed, my arms weakening and struggling to hold my new baby boy to my chest. My breath became shorter, and everything began to grow dim. a feeble voice that didn't … Continue reading When anxiety becomes ruthless and debilitating…

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breastfeeding: my attempt at making this conversation more relevant and openly discussed in our American culture

“One last push, Justine!” Encouraged the doctor. As I gasped for one last deep inhale, filling my lungs with determination to meet him, I thought to myself-“fucking push!” After 8 hours of hard, fast labor, and the intense feeling that is birthing an eight pound, 9 ounce baby naturally- he was in my arms. the … Continue reading breastfeeding: my attempt at making this conversation more relevant and openly discussed in our American culture

curiosity

it’s an unusual feeling, to be curious. the intangible feeling alone pushes you in new directions, towards new experiences. sometimes it pulls you back, urging you to be cautious. my little almost-one-year-old is driven by his wild curiosity. every glance seems to be intentional, helping him hone in on the littlest details. for example, a … Continue reading curiosity