Thinking back to the first weeks with my daughter, it wasn’t long ago, but the sleepless nights and stressful times are slowly fading. At the time I thought I’d never sleep again, that my nights would be forever awake, and my clothes would always be covered in spew and a little baby firmly attached to my aching boob, but here I am now, twelve months later, and well…I’m sleeping better…some nights, my clothes are now covered in food, and my baby is firmly attached to my leg, but the newborn days are over, gone. 366 more words
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My mom and I were sort of famous for NOT getting along when I was younger. We fought like sisters (it wasn’t pretty). I remember fights over the radio on road trips, all out fits in the store for back-to-school shopping, a paralyzing fear of having to go to any doctor and the ensuing verbal altercations that would happen with every visit in every parking lot. 485 more words
I write about both the good and the bad that comes with living with chronic illness. Today is unfortunately about the bad.
On Monday we found out that a boy in F’s class at school, whose initial is I, died last week. 225 more words