“O.K., now, arch that back like a Halloween cat,” he repeated as if I hadn’t heard him the first time. “I AM,” this seemed hopeless. I tucked my chin to my chest, and willed my spine to pop out for the anesthesiologist attempting to insert a spinal block. “My belly is huge. There really isn’t... Continue Reading →
It Was a Really Scrawny Tree!
What could possibly be so hideously wrong with the image on the screen as to make the ultrasound tech purposely turn the screen away from our view? He looked so serious. What the heck could be wrong with our baby? Oh, jeez. Our baby is hideously deformed! Why is he so nervous? “Why did you... Continue Reading →
I stared at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling in the courtyard of the small strip mall across the street from where we lived. I lay flat on my back, trying to piece together what had just happened and what the slimy stuff all around me could possibly be. I looked around to see if... Continue Reading →
When Baby Wipes Fight Back
I nested and prepared for our second baby, as I continued to change the diapers of our seventeen-month old toddler. Baby wipes thirty years ago came in round tubs. The wipes popped up out of the lid through a circle of plastic teeth that made it easy to tear the wipe off at the perforation.... Continue Reading →
Ready or Not… Not Even Close
As March drew near, our heads came out of the sand. Our due date was upon us, and baby seemed perfectly content, not the least bit eager to leave the accommodations my body was providing. We were barely out of high school, still newly wedded, jobless, and soon-to-be insurance-less. Yes, I know, in a word,... Continue Reading →
Love My Messy Life 