First Unbroken Sleep
June 13th, 2022 | by Anna Laura Reeve
After four and a half hours of unbroken sleep I feel like a swan The ‘trying to
June 13th, 2022 | by Anna Laura Reeve
After four and a half hours of unbroken sleep I feel like a swan The ‘trying to
May 9th, 2022 | by Rachel Deutsch
Whatcha gonna do though
January 13th, 2022 | by Julia Nusbaum
There was a pandemic raging outside the walls of my hospital room. All I wanted was to keep my baby safe.
December 17th, 2021 | by Rachel Deutsch
A boob at work
December 3rd, 2021 | by Rachel Deutsch
What a boob gets up to in the wee hours
April 6th, 2021 | by Erica Hoffmeister
I hear the platitudes: you’re going to miss these days. Despite years of correcting assumptions about my never-baby-fever, I begin wondering if the adage is, in fact, accurate. I’ve lit myself on fire with feeling guilty for my inability to revel in the moment. I just want it to end.
March 25th, 2021 | by Liz Tichenor
The breast pump had arrived that afternoon, the Monday after Fritz died, at the same time as a stout flat-rate box of hand-me-down clothes from my cousin, who I later heard felt horrible about the timing, having mailed the package when Fritz was still alive
October 7th, 2020 | by Melody Glenn
As doctors, we are trained to believe that we are, or should be, invincible—in contrast to our patients’ bodies, bodies with needs and demands that must be fixed.
September 30th, 2020 | by Alexandria Bolden
My milk was starting to come in, and I went to the salon.
August 31st, 2020 | by Lauren Tanabe
After months of attempting every contortion that existed in the space between her mouth and my breast, it became clear that if I wanted her to have my milk (and this, I knew I needed), it would have to be pumped, squeezed, and wrung out of me