Punctured. Leaking. Like I was being crushed under gravities weight. With unbearable pressure pulsating in my head was the ache of struggling to console, barely in a position to hold my newborn right. But if I didn’t lay flat,
A bus to train to bus trip that would normally take 40 minutes became an almost 2 hour trip to travel home. After waiting in a cold bus station for 20 minutes while the blizzard got more intense outside, the bus finally showed up! We were literally shaking in our boots!
The Little Bear illuminated my life, The Warrior Princess made me fearless, and Little Church renewed my faith in “This Too Shall Pass.” I was asked an interesting question last month. “Which was harder: going from one to two kids, or two to three kids?” After making the decision to continue with pregnancy number three,Continue reading “Once More, With Feeling”