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It was 9:50 am when I stretched my way out of my bed. It was another rough night of tossing and turning and heating pads and pain medications and cursing before I was comfortable enough to fall asleep. Shawn had thankfully got up with Chunky.
I made my way to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. I could hear Chunky’s heavy feet stomping their way towards me.
“Momma! Momma! Momma!”
Even before the coffee hits my lips, I can handle this sort of…Continue
Added by Kimberly on December 20, 2010 at 1:35am — No Comments
I own a tacky Christmas village.
Don’t judge me.
When I was a child, I looked forward to helping my Mom create her tiny Christmas village. I can remember my sister and I watching her anxiously as she pulled out each carefully wrapped bundle from a giant box marked
“Mom’s houses, if you break it, she’ll break you“.
Oh my Mom. Always lovingly straight to the point when it came to her beloved houses.
Added by Kimberly on December 18, 2010 at 10:00am — No Comments
When the fog dissipated, I slipped comfortably back into my shoes and I felt present. A sense of calmness soon waved through my soul and my thoughts became still. It was within this peaceful quiet of my mind that I became acutely aware of my surroundings. It’s like the world around me had been painted like a new beautiful portrait; waiting for me to rediscover it all.
For when you live in the fog of postpartum depression you don’t notice…
How bright colourful lights…Continue
Added by Kimberly on December 18, 2010 at 9:48am — No Comments
As I sit here looking around my living room, all decked in it's Christmas glory, I wondered to myself,
"In a few weeks, I'm going to have to put all this shit away."
I certainly didn't read the "Martha Stewart Christmas How To Manual To Create A Picture Perfect Home For The Holidays That Is So Perfect That You'd Be Afraid To Fart In The Comfort Of Your Own Home" manual when I started decorating.
There isn't a particular theme or colour scheme…Continue
I can remember it like it was yesterday. It was in the very early morning hours and I had just lulled my colicky Chunky to sleep after crying for a insurmountable period of time. I looked upon this tiny bundle with regret and I felt so guilty for feeling that way. I cried as I held him tightly, knowing that there was something wrong with me. I just didn't know what.
I can remember making my way to the computer room, with him still in my arms. I cried as I typed the words "Postpartum…Continue
Added by Kimberly on December 11, 2010 at 12:06pm — No Comments
If I was given the chance to redo one moment in my life, I would have never saved that patient's life.
As I was being wheeled back into the operating room on Wednesday, I began to tear up. The nurse noticed and had stopped the stretcher in the hallway. She put her hand over mine and asked me if I was nervous. I nodded my head yes.
Truthfully, I was more than excited and ready to get the first of 4 rounds of steroid injections. They meant pain…Continue
Added by Kimberly on December 11, 2010 at 12:02pm — No Comments
When I got home from work, my husband greeted me at the door like an excited little puppy. I’m always leery when I see that giddy sparkly smile because there’s only a few things that can make him that way. For example:
Added by Kimberly on December 2, 2010 at 8:57am — No Comments