Tag: Baby

High Tolerance

Klonopin Klonopin (clonazepam) is a benzodiazepine. Clonazepam affects chemicals in the brain that may be unbalanced. It began in the 7th grade with strep throat and high blood pressure. Doctors couldn’t figure out why  I had stroke level numbers every time they strapped the cuff to my arm. One even told my Mama how she must be getting me worked…

Dreams Can Come True on The Good Men Project

On Saturday, one of the most important letters I’ve written was featured on The Good Men Project. I’ve been told there are things I couldn’t do. I was told I probably shouldn’t try to have a baby. People say ‘writers are a dime a dozen.’ Even in knowing this, I can’t stop writing. Had I listened to the specialists, I…

A Marriage in the Making on Mamalode today!

Each and every time I am able to be published, I am honored. Today, Mamalode, is featuring one of the hardest pieces I’ve written to date. We’re able to constantly view the pictures on social media, but behind these pictures showing happy couples are real marriages. This is the story of mine: Some things are easy to write. Some things…

Dear Santa from the Terrific Toddler

Dear Santa, Mama said I needed to write you because you’ll bring me presents. I saw you at the mall, and you looked terrifying. However, I need some things. Mama and Da-Da give me toys, but I don’t want those kinds of toys. I’d really like some packing peanuts. I keep seeing them arrive in boxes, but they’re quickly taken…

My Evolution

As mommy bloggers, we have that post. The one about how our babies changed our lives. As I am about to finish my second year as a Mama, my change both inside and outside can’t be ignored. I grew the sweetest and orneriest little boy inside my tummy. I popped out a living, breathing, and healthy boy (THANK YOU, SWEET…

Worry Buckets

We forced the husband to the couch last night, the Terrific ‘Sick’ Toddler and I.  All I have really accomplished today, well besides everything my paying job requires, is buckets overflowing my mind with worry. Last night, I laid in a full size bed with a sick toddler and I managed to wake up every hour on the hour to…

The Human Side To Being Mama: I Screw Up

Many days feel like a tidal wave is sucking me into the parental abyss. It’s never one thing. I tally up the failures and forget to celebrate the milestones we have achieved. When the blackness overwhelms my spirit, I find myself dwelling on the bad shit, the places where I have made mistakes. Asking questions to myself, with the main…

The Closet Corset

Perfection is the goal. To present ourselves as golden rays beaming happiness. It’s not always so. I can redefine beauty in the terms of motherhood, but I still play another role. The role which began almost 12 years prior. He didn’t have a ring and we had only been dating for 8 months. I was crying and an emotional Pisces…

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