In the middle of your nap, you used to call me. Not that you could say any words or knew my name, after all you were only a few months old. But your small complaining sounds told me that you needed me.
We’re spending our summer away from home. Summer in New York has never been my thing; too hot, too humid, too many tourists in town and too many friends out of town.
When Lindsay Meyer-Harley, a 34-year-old mother of two and owner of baby and mama online retail space Darling Clementine, realized the consequences of Trump winning the election, she decided that she couldn’t just pace the hallway of her home frustrated. She had to do something. She came up with the idea for the online charity auction Still We Rise, which is right now running for the second time around. Items are donated by artists, shops and brands, people bid through Instagram and the entire amount goes directly to the two causes Lindsay has chosen to work with this time around, Planned Parenthood and NRDC.
It’s finally time for another Inspiring Women conversations.
I write these words with one hand. My other arm is wrapped around the warm and soft body of a tiny baby who for the 7th time today is nursing herself to sleep. Though I’ve been here twice before, with a newborn on my arm and yet another cold cup of coffee on the table, I had forgotten that nursing is a full time job, that it hurts more than anything, and that it’s also the coziest thing in the world.
The first time I was pregnant, I worked at a fancy fashion magazine, wore high heels, pretty dresses, worked late, went to photo shoots and attended dinners and parties with a non-alcoholic cocktail in my hand.
A few moments and things that made my last week better, sweeter and a little more fun:
These frozen flowers that I saw when taking a stroll around Williamsburg.
Although I still have a bit of time left before my due date, the other night I felt a large number of Braxton Hicks contractions. With my first two children being late, I’ve never really considered a baby arriving early a realistic option, but suddenly I realized that I’m not at all ready to leave for the hospital. So the following day was all about getting that hospital bag packed and ready for a possible departure.
Before Giving birth to my first daughter, I imagined myself as the very organized type of mother who would write down every new milestone, fill out baby journals and preserving all those little steps and memories that together would form my daughters childhood. Turns out I’m not.
For the last few years we have made our own Christmas wrapping paper, and because of all the lovely comments and emails I received after posting this picture of our potato printed wrapping paper diy session on Sunday, I decided to do a very quick wrapping paper DIY.
It’s easy, doesn’t require a lot of equipment and is a great way to pass a bit of time on those long last days before Christmas.