Donald and I waited sixteen days before we gave Charlotte her first full-immersion bath, because that’s how long it took her belly button to stop looking like something from Frankenstein’s garden and start looking more like something you expect to find →MORE...

It all began innocently enough. When Donald returned to work, Charlotte and I decided it was high time that she spent a little time on her belly.  So I laid out a thick knit blanket on the floor and I placed →MORE...

How can you be one month old already?  Also, how can I possibly love you this deeply?  How can you have already grown so much?  How did I ever doubt that I would love being your mother? And how can you →MORE...

When Charlotte was five days old, breastfeeding suddenly clicked. And CLICK!! There was a day when my nipples hurt and bled and screamed in agony.  And then there was a day when they did not. We went to the pediatrician that →MORE...