
5 years.
My oldest turned 5 this year (2019). When I woke up, I thought back on the whole day I gave birth (well, the two days, actually… yeah, it was a long one…).
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My oldest turned 5 this year (2019). When I woke up, I thought back on the whole day I gave birth (well, the two days, actually… yeah, it was a long one…).

We’re currently experiencing a very unusual situation with this virus, COVID-19, which arrived out of the blue without any warning!

Those who know me already know this: I have a very vivid imagination. On top of that, I often find myself in completely zany adventures, stories, and escap

Because right now, your little heart—well, it’s bleeding. You don’t know if it’s ever going to stop hurting. You feel empty.

While wealthy people—25 men and one woman past childbearing age—have sealed your fate, know that women and men around the world hear your pain.

I’ve had the good fortune—or misfortune, depending on how you look at it—to experience both.

Even if the world around you tries so hard to make you feel bad and make you doubt yourself, don’t believe it.

We step out of the elevator onto that fateful floor. To the right, pediatrics. To the left, the mother-child unit.

I’m one of those people who always puts others’ happiness first. I realize that in thirty years, I’ve never taken care of myself—physically or mentally—as

Fall. Winter. All those germs. My moms’ groups and my Facebook news feed are overflowing with photos of sick kids, minor injuries, and questions from moms

What? What did I just say? Did I really just say I can’t wait to sleep? Yes.

I know it’s hard to understand, at just two years old with all your teeth, but sometimes I just want to be alone.

I’m writing to you, but I don’t expect you to read this. I’m writing to you, but I don’t expect you to understand. I’m writing to you because I need to.

For a while now, my body’s been keeping up, but my mind is somewhere else...

This time, it’s not happening to someone else. Hovering over your head now is a pain that can’t be explained or understood—a pain that takes your breath aw

I feel bad about myself. Yes, that feeling of guilt that’s been weighing on me for a while now is getting harder and harder to bear.

Coco, I have to admit that time really does fly by too fast. Every time you learn something new and make progress, I’m proud, but I feel like I’m losing yo

I’ve always been terrified of death. For me, the idea of suddenly no longer being able to talk to a loved one is unthinkable.

Why I’ll Never Be Able to Hate November Again I’ve always hated November—its gray skies, its gloom, and its gloominess...

It’s the one that ruins everything. It makes you feel like you have to explain yourself all the time. It ruins your happiness and makes you doubt yourself.

Slowly, you’re slipping away. You’re fading in slow motion, a little more each day. You become confused, you fade away, until you’re invisible.

I already had a lot on my mind before the baby arrived, and it’s only gotten worse since the baby was born. But what exactly is mental load?

Ever since I was a little girl—even when I was 10—I used to tell the people around me that one day I would have twins.

It’s well known that all babies are different. We’re constantly reminded that every child has their own personality and that, of course, every pregnancy is

A new year! We all have plenty of wishes, but I sincerely hope that the very best comes your way—to each and every one of you.

When you were younger, my darlings, I felt like nothing was more perfect than you.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted to be a mom. It took me a while to find “the one”—the man who would become your dad.

My spouse and I discussed it, and we had several reasons why we didn't want visitors at the hospital. Looking back, we don't regret it.

By the time I was in my fourth pregnancy, I didn't know what to expect anymore.

This morning, I woke up and you were already making your presence known. My heavy eyelids were drooping over my eyes.

Ah, the question of childbirth… At the hospital? At a birthing center? At home?

There’s an English expression that particularly inspires me: “ Fight or flight .” There are moments in life when this phrase definitely applies.

Here I am, sitting in the car. On my way to change my life—my whole life.

No matter what we want or what we do, we can't control everything. Ever since I saw that faint line on the pregnancy test, I've been constantly looking for

We're all familiar with this bird that sleeps during the day and is awake at night—commonly known as an owl.

Before I begin, I want to tell you that I have great respect for hospital staff.

It started when I was a child. Back when my parents would forget we even existed during an argument.

It crept into our lives very gently, quietly, slowly. As if life didn’t want to hit us too hard.

In a moment of distress and a need to vent, I called. I reached out for help.

Water is the calm of a stream, the patter of rain on a skylight, the roar of a waterfall—and my total loss of emotional control when my socks hit a stray p

How are you holding up with anxiety? Stress? Finances? The weeks go by, one after another, all pretty much the same.

I’m going through a period of grief—grief over a friendship. Just like grief over a romantic relationship, the grieving process was long.


A virus that’s attacking the entire world. I’m certain this isn’t a coincidence. Life is in pain; it’s sad.

In life, there are some things we can keep secret and others we must speak out about loud and clear.

For some time now, people have been under mental strain due to a situation beyond our control. Unfortunately, couples are not immune to this.

“Once again, did I do the right thing? I have no idea. I know I hurt him, and that hurts me deeply—he didn’t deserve that.

My baby. Every night for over 7 months, I’ve been breastfeeding you. And every night you drift off into a deep sleep.

Sometimes, life doesn’t go our way and throws challenges at us that take a toll on us both mentally and physically.

I can’t say how it started, or even when. One day, it hit me; I realized there was someone else in your life.

Ah, motherhood! Most women love being pregnant. Let’s face it, most women glow during their pregnancy.

Do you feel that grip? The one that keeps you rooted in place? You’re trying to move forward, to simply ride out the wave—whether it’s one you saw coming o