Groundhog Day

Today is Groundhog Day, and of course I started reflecting on the Bill Murray movie. What would it be like to relive the same day over and over again? …and the more I thought about it the more I realized I kind of already do. Life with two under two-and-a-half is nothing if not repetitive….

Dear Pediatrician, please be careful with your “careful.”

(Last week I brought my daughter to the pediatrician for her checkup. Yesterday, I brought my son. Our pediatrician is a professor of pediatric medicine–cause neurotic mama wanted the very BEST for her kids–and so we get different residents at the beginning of our appointment. Then, our pediatrician, who I love, comes in. This letter…

I have OCD, please don’t touch my baby…

For those of you who haven’t read this blog before, when I say I have OCD, I don’t mean that I think organization is super cool (though I do, because it is…) I mean that I experience intrusive, unwanted, and anxiety-producing thoughts about any number of things. The thought of harm coming to those I…

The end of breastfeeding…

If you haven’t read the entry immediately┬ábefore this one, I recommend it–it’ll give you some more insight into my fears about the meeting I had with the psychiatrist. I have to stop breastfeeding. This is a loss for me. When my son was born, breastfeeding was hard. I mean hard. It took weeks of practicing…