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A Tree Fell On My House
(Yeah, I knit. What of it.) I was absolutely certain from the noise. It was like one of those radio noise-guessing shows where they play a sound and I call up and say ‘that noise was definitely a large branch from a gum tree cracking and breaking away from the main trunk and then crashing…
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PTSD
It isn’t over. I typed those words at the end of the long essay I wrote about my first two miscarriages, Expecting, the one thing I have written that drew some real attention. I know a few long term readers found me then. I remember a few comments about they would stick around to find…
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Danger Boob. Breastfeeding Part 2
I did not think I was the sort of person to give their boobs nicknames until I breastfed, but then each of them developed its own personality quirks and method of trying to kill me or my baby.
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Got Milk? Breastfeeding Part 1
Nothing can prepare you for waking up in the soft, glowy morning after having your first child—that one in the little plastic-walled bassinet next to your bed, wrapped up like an angelic bug in a hospital baby blanket—to the brick-wall reality that you are definitely already doing everything wrong…
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Lucy Ruins Everything And Says Fuck A Lot
You may have noticed that my website looks a little different. Well, I’ve been thinking for a while I should jazz it up, and I was sifting through WordPress themes to see what my options were and think about what I was going to do. I figured, with a chronic illness and a one-year-old in…
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Sweet Potato: Giving Birth After Multiple Miscarriages
Imagine a bath so big that I, a grown adult of average size, could float away. It was my partner’s job to hold on to my leg and keep me anchored as I dealt with the contractions through a mix of relaxing in hot water, watching Jurassic Park on my laptop (placed out of splash-range),…