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When the nest goes quiet.
After my very first post, I lost myself. Not in the deep sense, but in the swirl of *mothering*. I kept reminding myself I would come back and post daily, but I never did. And you know when you avoid something for so long that the thought of it comes with guilt? That’s how I felt. When I remembered my blog, my passion, and the goals I had set, I felt like I was failing myself. I was so disappointed in my lackluster attitude that I shoved the guilty thought of leaving my blog dormant somewhere my mind couldn’t reach. And then one day, I had a vulnerable experience. I…
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My First Real Scare
I’d been in hospitals before. I’d spent days there, visited family and friends—but nothing prepared me for my last visit. It started with a slight change in temperature. I thought it would be a casual hospital visit—consultation, medication, and we’d be back home. But things spiraled quickly: tests, crying, my baby shrieking and shaking from a new kind of pain her innocent body wasn’t used to. And the worst part? Watching her go through it while I stood there helpless, unable to lift her up or ease her pain. I saw a tiny piece of innocence leave her eyes that day. She was introduced to the world of hospitals—the smell,…