by Robin Farr |
Dear new mama, Motherhood can be so isolating. Minutes blur into hours, which blur into days. I felt like I was in a version of Groundhog’s Day. Postpartum depression and postpartum anxiety alternately weighted me down and revved me up into a state of high alert.... by Robin Farr |
Dear Mama, Motherhood is a little like baseball. You have your moments where you shine, and moments where you’re put out. As time progresses, you’re surely going to get curveballs. Maybe it was an unexpected pregnancy. Maybe it was an illness. Maybe it was twins.... by Robin Farr |
Dear New Mama, At least three times a day I remember that I had postpartum psychosis. It can be the smell of baby diapers, still fresh in the rows of packages, reeking of powder as I walk through the infant aisle to pick up the tear-free baby shampoo my kids still... by Miranda Wicker |
Hey there, Mama. Happy Mother’s Day! If you’re anything like me, you’re caught between wanting today to be a huge celebration of everything you are as a mom and wanting to forget it’s Mother’s Day because part of you just doesn’t... by Robin Farr |
Dear New Mom, Does it sometimes feel as though you’re swimming at night in a sea of choppy water? Waves crash all around you as seaweed and other debris crowd your path and grab hold. Some moments may feel like a strong anchor is weighing you down. Like you’re slowly... by Robin Farr |
Dear you, So you found your way to the Postpartum Progress Mother’s Day Rally, huh? Maybe it’s your first time here, maybe (like me) you come back year after year to read the stories. No matter how you got here, you’re probably reading this because either you are...