Soft squeaks awake me from a shallow sleep. Seven warm pounds stir and stretch against my deflated belly, rooting around to find a meal. I awaken to find two dark little eyes peeking at me through the dim light of our bedroom. The whole world is sleeping, and my whole world is you. Three babies … Continue reading Newborn

Five more weeks. Likely a little less; possibly a bit more. Thirty-five weeks ago you appeared on the scene, a spec of dust now stretching my midsection to its max. What once was an imperceptible pebble now feels like a small boulder strapped tightly to my tender back. Your arms and legs press against me, … Continue reading Five More Weeks

This summer was slow. The days dragged on and I felt as though I was wilting. Maybe it was the intense heat of living in the high desert. Maybe it was misery of nausea that lasted all day and night. Probably both. Are you one of those lucky women who barely noticed just a few … Continue reading On Morning Sickness

There is a third precious stone in our midst. A pebble, really. For it is still so small, barely perceptible. But life is surely there. Already the River is weaving and spinning, etching a unique design into this tiny being. As the midwife announces that everything seems normal so far, I think no baby is normal. … Continue reading Three Precious Stones

She is all sunshine and butterflies. A warm, sweet personality from day one. This week my July Ruby turns two years old. And what a beautiful two years it has been. Her birth--magical and rare--left the entire hospital buzzing, each nurse wanting to catch a glimpse of the baby born completely enclosed inside the cozy sac that kept her … Continue reading Summer Girl