The Suspicious Competence of Dad
First day back at the hospital after maternity leave with Theo, and I spent more time staring at my phone than focusing on my patients. Every pump ...
First day back at the hospital after maternity leave with Theo, and I spent more time staring at my phone than focusing on my patients. Every pump ...
Easter morning in the Hartwell house: Sophie woke up at 6 AM demanding to hunt eggs (which we hid at 11 PM last night while half-asleep). Theo deci...
We had grand plans for Marcusβs 29th birthday. Cake, presents, maybe even staying awake past 8 PM like the wild party animals we used to be.
Sophie has appointed herself as Theoβs official protector, which means I now have a four-year-old drill sergeant living in my house. Yesterday she ...
Two weeks into this whole βtwo kidsβ thing and Iβm starting to understand why people warned me. Sophie has been the most amazing big sister 60% of ...
Theodore James Hartwell arrived February 3rd at 3:47 AM. 8 pounds, 1 ounce of pure perfection. Dark hair like his dad, lungs like his mom (the nurs...
Thirty-nine weeks and I am DONE. Like, stick-a-fork-in-me done. The hospital bag has been packed for two weeks and sitting by the front door like i...
Merry Christmas from the Hartwell house, where I am currently 38 weeks pregnant and approximately the size of a small whale.
So apparently when youβre eight months pregnant, Thanksgiving becomes a competitive sport and I am WINNING.
Someone told me the second trimester would be better than the first, but nobody prepared me for feeling this⦠powerful.