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 Robin Farr |
Dear mom-to-be, I had my son when I was 38, in 2009. I had a planned c-section that was easy and uneventful – my son was expected to be much larger than he actually was, and since I had gestational diabetes my doctor didn’t want to take any chances. I stumbled... by Robin Farr |
Dear New Mama, All I really wanted was to take a shower. My first born son was just days old, my husband was back at work, and it was just me and the kid. Everything was new for us all, even our 6-month-old kitten that had never seen a baby that wasn’t covered in fur.... by Robin Farr |
Dear Lady New Mama Superstar, “Writing a letter, to make you feel better…” I swear this is what the headphones on my ears, playing the Hollies (60s SoCal surf rock, like the Beach Boys, but weirder), just sang to me. Listen to the nice hippies, new Mama. “Please read... by Robin Farr |
Dear New Moms, I’m sitting in my kitchen with the windows open. The springs here are cool and wet, and the breeze fills the house with a much-needed freshness. From my kitchen table, I can see my 2-year-old as she plays on the back deck with her water table and...