Welcome back to another Sunday newsletter! It’s kind of crazy that it’s been twenty-nine weeks of these. Although this months, I made it a goal to write an article a day, I am sure that once my semester starts next week, these weekly newsletters might be all I write for awhile. And that’s okay! I … More Sunday #29: Nor Height, Nor Depth
This past Monday, it was like a switch flipped, and what feels like postpartum depression hit me like a freight train. It’s too early to tell if it’s truly postpartum depression (PPD), if it’s the hormonal crash from weaning, or something else. All I know is that it feels like I’m back in 2021, when … More 5 Postpartum Habits for When Life Gets Heavy
When I was four months postpartum, I opened up about some of the things that I was having a hard time with. I think a part of me thought that maybe by writing out my feelings, and sharing them with the world, that I would feel better. It didn’t really work, though, so I’m gonna … More What I’m Struggling with Six Months Postpartum
School is out (for the kids, not for me — law school is eternal), the sun is shining, and summer is here. With the arrival of the Devil’s armpit to North Carolina comes the seemingly endless invites to barbecues, park play dates, pool parties, and birthday bashes. And I have declined almost all of them. I … More Why I Can’t “Just Bring the Twins!”
When I was pregnant, there were a lot of baby milestones I was looking forward to, and even some I wasn’t. I daydreamed about what baby’s first smiles would look like, what I would have to do to get her to laugh, and prayed that she would be sleeping through the night by four months. … More 4 Baby Milestones That Made Me Cry
Learning to cope with the uncertainty inherent in being part of a blended family has prepared me to handle uncertainty in every other aspect of my life, too. In just a few weeks, I will have my last “first day of law school,” and in December, I will graduate, officially becoming Megan Eldredge, JD. After … More One Day at a Time
When I was pregnant, everyone warned me that once the babies were born, I would hate my dog. I heard story after story of burnt-out, exhausted mothers who couldn’t stand the smell of their dog, the sound of their dog licking his paws, the way the dog always seemed to be standing right where she … More A Postpartum Love Letter to My Dog
I hope they remember the mom that was happy, and not the mom that was at her breaking point. Or at the very least, I hope they remember both. And I hope on those hard nights, those burnt-out afternoons, that I remember the mom that is happy, that I remember that joy is a choice, and that I can find a way to turn up the music and dance through the tears. … More I Hope My Kids Remember the Joy
“Alright, we’ll give you $59.83 in cash or $77.82 in store credit.” “I’ll take the cash,” I replied quietly. I heard the cash register pop open, the rustle of paper bills, the clink-clank of counting change. But my mind was elsewhere. “Here ya go!” the cashier chirped, dropping my bounty in my hand. I didn’t even look … More I Don’t Want To Be Done Having Babies…
This weekend, my brother is getting married in Utah, a good 1,700 miles away from our home in North Carolina. My, husband, my oldest daughter, and I fly out the day the twins turn five months old. But the twins will be staying home, spending four nights with a friend, instead. And yes, I’m looking … More I’m Not a Bad Mom for Leaving My Babies
Step by Step Parenting 