I worry far too much about the damage I do to my daughter. Or maybe I don’t worry enough. Or maybe I worry in spite of the fact that the things I worry about won’t be the things she will spend her twenties (and thirties…maybe her fourties…even beyond?) carrying around with her and fighting to let go of and instead these will be some other thing I did to try to save her from myself. 556 more words
Tags » Motherhood
Losing 25 pounds my first trimester…
Dealing with the stress of baby’s stomach being small at first…..
Countless bouts with dehydration….
Numerous hours in the hospital…. 481 more words