This is the year I turn 40. EEK! I’ll be over the hill. My birthday is not until September, but I already feel it coming because my husband and some friends have turned 40 or will soon. I am not looking forward to turning 40–it seems so old–four decades of life. I am sure once it gets closer to my birthday, I will be looking forward to it, but it seems like something I don’t want to celebrate right now.
I’m thankful for my life and my family. They are what keeps me going. I am fortunate to have such great people and caring friends in my corner. Life, however, does not come without struggles. These past few years have been tough for me, health-wise. As I shared in a previous post, my mental health has been challenging for me. I live life day by day. There are ups and downs, but I’m grateful to have a happy life. I can’t be happy all the time, of course, but there are more good days than bad.
I’ve been told that when you hit 40, your body starts “falling apart.” Many people experience health problems, aches, and pains not present in their 20s and early 30s. I know for me, I’ve struggled with pain for the last ten years. Sometimes it feels like my body is failing me. But I think about how it could be much worse and I’m not in terrible, excruciating pain all the time. I recently saw a meme about how when you get older and something hurts, that’s how it is now- forever. It was a joke, but it’s partially true.
I am a mom to a great kid! He is so sweet, smart, and caring. My friendly, talkative, energetic little boy. (Who at 6.5 is not so little anymore…) I quit my job after my son was born to be a stay-at-home mom. I didn’t plan on it, but I am glad I spent so much time with my little one. Now that he’s in elementary school, I am at a crossroads. What do I do with my time to myself? What do I do that excites me, fulfills me, and gives me more purpose to pursue my dreams? See my related post, “The Kids Are in School, Now What?” I want a job, but I like my freedom and the time to get things done. I have always wished to have not just a job but a respected career. I’ve never been in a high-level position before. I thought that by 40, I would be in a different place in my career and have it all figured out. One day I’ll get there.
If I get a job, I still want to pick my son up from the bus and take him to activities, play with him, and help him with his homework after school. A part-time job would be ideal. Honestly, I’m a little scared to put myself back out there. I haven’t worked in 6 years. Would employers consider me because of the large gap? What kinds of jobs am I qualified for? I have a degree in Communication, but it seems that in every job posting, I’m overqualified or don’t have enough experience. What do I want to do with the rest of my life? What do I want to be when I “grow up”? More like growing old… Time will tell. Whatever happens, it is meant to be.
Forty years of life experience. Forty is not considered as old now as it used to be. I’m happy I’m here and that I have a blessed life. Five years from now I wonder what life will look like for me.
Happy 40th Birthday to my fellow 1985 babies! And here’s to the next 40 and beyond!
I’m a stay-at-home mom. I didn’t plan on being one. I planned to return to work or find a new job where I felt more valued and had flexibility for a parent. Then my son was born prematurely, and I felt the need to stay home to keep him safe. I couldn’t imagine leaving him with anyone the entire day. It’s been five years, and I savor our time together. He will never be little again, and I feel blessed to be able to stay home.
As with most anything, there are positives and negatives to any situation. Staying home means spending all day in my pajamas with my kid sometimes. It means not always having a schedule (though I put my child on a daily schedule with naps and mealtime). It means we can go to the park whenever we want and hang out with friends often. On the other hand, I often felt isolated. Some days, we didn’t have anyone to see or any playdates. Those days often were boring and mundane. I would go to Target with my baby just to leave the house. I craved adult interaction, which I found in my moms’ group, but I would still watch the clock waiting for my husband to get home from work. Mothers sometimes lose their purpose after having kids, especially stay-at-home moms. I know I’m still looking for mine.
When my son turned 2 (in 2020), I jumped at the chance of putting him in preschool a few days a week. I couldn’t sit at home with him all day every day and wait until my husband got home from work. The pandemic was very hard on everyone. I feel lucky that I was isolated for only two months. Living in Georgia, our state opened up earlier than most. I went to the park with my moms’ group and interacted with friends. We were nervous and worried about getting COVID but were going crazy staying in our homes all the time without anyone other than our young children. Zoom playgroups do NOT work. I know from experience!
Those parents who stayed home every day with their kids and saw no one in person, I don’t know how you did it. Those who did virtual school AND worked a the same time, I applaud you. They were trying times, and I think we all did what we did to survive. I’m so thankful we are in our new normal.
It was a hard decision to put my son in preschool during COVID. Being a stay-at-home mom is a blessing but also can be very isolating. My child is a handful sometimes, and I needed a little break to get errands and housework done without interruption and see a friend or two. He loves school, and I don’t regret a thing.
Babies don’t keep. My son recently turned FIVE, eek! He graduated Pre-K in May. Adjusting from attending school three days a week to five was hard on me. He is my only child, and I do not work outside the home (yet). You wouldn’t think four hours a day of free time is a bad thing. (Well, less than that because I spent a LOT of time driving back and forth from his preschool, which is far from our house.) I have been struggling to find things to fill up my time.
My Son’s First Day of Preschool.Nathan playing at school.Preschool Graduation
I’m lonely. I try to stay busy and see friends, run errands, do laundry, read books, write and journal, etc. I do all these things, yet I STILL feel lonely. I crave social interaction, and isolation is not healthy for me.
Going into the last school year, I knew I needed to volunteer or find a job. Things didn’t work out where I felt I could work. I struggle with my mental health sometimes, and putting myself back out there is hard. Here we are as another school year approaches, and I’m still unsatisfied. I’m still lonely. I still don’t have a sense of purpose other than “just a mom.”
My husband and I decided that I would look for a job in the fall once our son enters kindergarten and we get used to the new routine. I get to enjoy one more summer with our son before I go back to work, likely part-time. With mental health struggles, it’s hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Health is so important, and I’m scared to re-enter the workplace. I’m nervous about handling a new job when feeling down or depressed. I’m scared of what the added stress will do to my health. But deep down, I know I can do it. I worked for over ten years before leaving the workplace to focus on my family. Now is the time.
A few years ago, I wrote a piece, “More Than Just Mom.” This quote from that article still resonates with me today.
“From this point going forward, I’m going to set a goal for myself. I’m going to start focusing on myself. This doesn’t mean I won’t give my all as a mother, because I will. It means I need to start practicing self-care and recreating my sense of identity. I’m not sure how I am going to accomplish this yet. Maybe it involves reconnecting with my hobbies. Maybe, it involves writing more often in publications like this one. It may look like taking a class or getting a part-time job. It could be as simple as reconnecting with friends I have lost touch with. This journey is mine and mine alone. I know that whatever I decide will be the right choice for me.”
Now, I’ll take my advice.
Maybe, I’ll return to school for a continuing education course involving writing or social media marketing. I don’t want to go back to being a secretary, but most of my full-time work experience is in administration. I have a degree in journalism, but it’s challenging to get a writing job that is not freelance. Though, I did my fair share of freelance work.
Working part-time, will I have time to work, finish housework, and have the best of both worlds? Hopefully, I’ll be home when my son gets off the bus from school. We shall see.
I look forward to where I’ll be a year from now, to see how far I’ve come and what I will accomplish. Here’s to the future and what it may bring!
As a teen, I dabbled in poetry. I kept a poetry book that included some poems of importance to me that I found from various sources. I wrote a few of the lyrics myself. I recently discovered the book in a box of old mementos from my youth. I was proud of my meticulously kept compilation of poems. I had a table of contents and made sure to write in my best handwriting. I chose a notebook with a space theme and aliens on the cover. Haha. My nearly 40 compiled poems spanned from 1998 to 2003, from 8th grade until my senior year of high school.
I enjoy looking back on my poems from my youth and remembering what it was like to be a teenager. I open the book and can see myself sitting on my childhood bedroom floor, leaning against my bed, writing and copying down these poems that meant so much to me at the time. I’d share one of the ones I wrote, but let’s just say the poetry was not my best work.
They say children are like sponges. Kids absorb things from their environment. They watch what their parents and caregivers do, what you say to others, how you act, their tone- everything. After becoming a mother, that stuck with me. I want to lead by a good example and teach my child how to be a good person.
I first heard the following poem during counselor training at a summer camp I worked at one summer as a teen. “There are Little Eyes Upon You,” did not resonate with me then. I remember feeling indifferent about the poem, thinking I did not need the training. It was a waste of my time. Yet, I later decided it was essential and included it in my poetry book.
There are Little Eyes Upon You
There are little eyes upon you, and they watch you every day. There are little ears that quickly take in everything you say.
There are little hands all eager, to do everything you do, And a little child who’s dreaming of the day he’ll be like you.
You’re the little fellow’s idol, you’re the wisest of the wise, In his little mind about you no suspicions ever rise.
He believes in you devoutly, and holds true all you say and do. He will say and do it your way when he’s grown up just like you.
There’s a wide-eyed little fellow, who believes you’re always right. His ears are always open, he watches day and night.
You are setting an example, each day in all you do, For the little child who’s waiting, to grow up just like you.
Author Unknown
Parents often see the world differently than children. Adults often focus on the bad, while children see the good in everyday occurrences. For example, you may think you had a terrible day. Maybe you lost your temper and yelled at your child. Perhaps you were late getting them to school, and they missed their morning activity. You burned dinner. You rushed out early for your work meeting and didn’t get to say goodbye to your child before you left the house. Whatever the reason – it’s probably not as bad as you think. There is time to change what you think is a bad day into a good one. As they say on the popular show This is Us, “There’s no lemon so sour that you can’t make something resembling lemonade.”
Your child likely does not see the day as a bad one. They remember the good things about their day, like a spontaneous trip to get ice cream or cuddles during a bedtime story. So, the next time you think you had a bad day, remember that your child probably saw it in a different light. Our job as parents is to help guide our kids along the way, but we could learn a thing or two from our kids. I once read, “If we saw the world the way children do, the world would be a better place.” I wholeheartedly agree.
I’m not a parenting expert by far. I strive to achieve and remember the advice that I gave in this post. Sometimes, I yell at my child. I try not to, but I lose my patience quickly when my son misbehaves. I’m sure this happens to many other parents from time to time. Fellow parents, we are all definitely “growing up while raising humans.”
I hope this poem and my post resonated with you. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll write another poem.
I often write about motherhood, because that is the season of my life right now. As a stay-at-home mom (SAHM), my days are mostly consumed with taking care of my son and keeping him occupied. About four months into my motherhood journey, I found a wonderful organization called MOMS Club. As a new mother, I was feeling extra lonely and needed a group of mom friends with kids my son’s age.
One evening, I was looking at posts from a local mom’s group on Facebook, and I saw that someone had mentioned a group called MOMS Club. I immediately went to their website, but I didn’t live in that specific zip code. I then looked up the international organization and saw that there was, in fact, a MOMS Club in my city.
I was overjoyed. “This is for me,” I thought. As I looked at the website, I found myself crying. I could tell that I needed something to help fill the void inside of me. And, maybe MOMS Club would be it. Right then, I filled out the “contact us” form through their website. To my surprise, a mom got back with me that very evening. She sounded so welcoming and helpful, giving me more information about the club and encouraged me to come to one of their events if I was still interested.
My first event was a play date at one of the mom’s houses. There was a big turnout, and I got to know several other moms and their children. Everyone was so welcoming and friendly. I signed up to join the club shortly after the event, and it was one of the best things I could do for myself and my son as a mother.
My once mostly blank calendar was now filled with fun events for moms and their children. I got to know the other moms and their kids and made some strong friendships through the club. I joined a playgroup, which met weekly at members’ homes or local parks. While at playgroup or a MOMS Club event, the moms were always willing to lend out a baby wipe or a snack if you didn’t bring enough or even to watch your child for a minute while you went to the restroom.
It was a village of moms and I had finally found them. When I had first joined the MOMS Club my son was a small baby who could not yet sit up by himself. Most of the time, I held him at the events. Now, he’s all toddler, running all around parks and other mom’s houses while I chase after him.
I’m not sure where I would be as a SAHM without MOMS Club. It has brought so many positive additions to my motherhood journey by giving me and my son friendships and something to do during the day. The club allows us both to get out of the house and socialize with our friends while enjoying kid-friendly activities and some mom-centered ones too such as book club.
I often attend a storytime at the library and a music class with my son weekly, but I prefer to attend MOMS club events because I’ll always know a familiar face and it just feels like home. Other types of MOMS club events we attend are playgroups, monthly meetings, park days, field trips, socials, lunches, community service projects, holiday parties and more.
I love the fact that I can bring my son to all of the daytime events, and we also have a mom’s night out (MNO) event each month. At MNO, I can leave him at home with my husband and enjoy some kid-free adult conversation. There are leadership opportunities through the club and we also have a yearly event the whole family can attend.
We have a Facebook group for our MOMS Club, and often a mom will post something like, “We’re going to the park this afternoon if anyone wants to join.” I have always felt welcome at any MOMS club event I’ve been to and I’ve never regretted attending one. (Even if my son was getting into everything he shouldn’t and I had to spend the whole event chasing after him!)
MOMS Club is a support system for SAHMs and it has helped me tremendously. I’m so thankful I joined this amazing group of moms. It truly has been a lifesaver for me.
MOMS Club is an international nonprofit organization providing daytime support for at-home mothers. For more information, or to find a MOMS club near you, visit https://momsclub.org/.
I got the idea for this blog post while rushing to get ready
during my son’s morning nap. After all, you never know how long a child will
nap for. I started thinking about how I’ve changed as a mom and things I do now
that I never did prior to having my son. Some of these things are funny, some
are serious, but I came up with this list in hopes that other moms could relate
to it. And, also for a good laugh! Some of these facts relate to all moms, just
stay-at-home-moms, all parents, moms with young babies and some maybe just to
me. Here it goes…
You might be a mom if….
You’re a pro at doing things one-handed because
you’re carrying a baby in the other.
You make up songs about your baby, mundane
tasks, really anything at all because your baby loves it when you sing.
You go to the store with no makeup and unwashed
hair, and you’re OK with that.
You need a support group of other moms going
through the same thing as you.
You race to get everything done during your
child’s nap
You think you can’t possibly have any more baby
gear or toys and then you buy the next thing your child “needs.”
You always have spit up or baby food on your
clothes, and you stopped caring about it.
You are always doing laundry. Always!
There are usually always dirty dishes by your
sink.
You try many different brands of diapers and
wipes, and you will find the ones that you like the best.
You didn’t know you could love this way.
You can’t wait for them to reach the next
milestone (rolling over, crawling, walking, etc.) and then when they do you are
like oh great! Now you have to chase after them!
Your schedule revolves around your child’s naps.
You would rather hang out with other moms versus
friends without children, because they know what you are going through.
You have your good days and bad, but even the
bad days still manage to have good aspects of them.
You never knew how much you needed your friends until
now. Sadly, some of those friendships will fall apart post-kids.
You can’t wait to leave your house, whether it
is to go to the grocery store, the park or somewhere that’s actually exciting.
You worry about money more than pre-kids and, if
you do splurge, it’s usually on something for your children.
You know all the story times within a 20-minute
radius, the best parks in the area and all the fun things to do with your child
that is age-appropriate.
You are in at least five Moms groups on social
media. In fact, your social media is mostly about parenthood these days.
You rarely get a night away, but if you do get a
sitter, you are going to enjoy every minute of it (while spending a good chunk
of your time talking about your children).
You know all the kid consignment stores in the
area, the best seasonal consignment sales and all the stores with the best
deals for baby and kids’ clothes, toys and gear.
Your house will never be clean. There will be
toys and baby gear everywhere.
You never thought you could have so many
conversations about baby poop.
You will find the best way to get rid of diaper
rash that works for your child.
Your body will probably never be the same, but
that’s OK. You made a human!
Vacations and weekends are not really breaks or
time to get away anymore, but you still can’t wait for them to get here!
You get asked rude questions on your parenting
judgment pretty often.
You’ll learn not to care if you get a bodily
fluid on you. Little boys sure like to pee on you!
Your pregnancy brain turns into mom brain.
You figure out what works for your child, then
something changes and you have to start all over again.
You cry over the littlest things. And sometimes
the big things. Like on your child’s first birthday, because your little baby
isn’t a baby anymore.
Your kid does something weird and you think, “I
hope that doesn’t stick!”
You sometimes wish that your newborn baby didn’t
fall asleep on you. And, when they get older you wish they would still fall
asleep on you because you realized that you took those sweet baby cuddles for
granted. (Cherish them now because they will go away. Babies don’t keep.)
You wouldn’t trade motherhood for the world. It
may be hard, but it is sure worth it!
What else about motherhood would you add to this list? Share with me in the comments section!
For my whole life, I have wanted to be a mom. It was just always something I knew I wanted. I married my husband, Ryan, in September of 2013. We enjoy spending time with each other, and this year will celebrate 14 years together as a couple. Being married is wonderful, and we wanted to add to that happiness by having a child. After we celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary, we decided the time was right to start our family. The very next month, in October of 2017 we started trying.
I was very lucky to get pregnant on the first try and it was hard to imagine that there was life growing inside me. I found out I was pregnant right before Halloween of 2017.
We went to my Obstetrician’s office and got to hear our
baby’s heartbeat and see him on the ultrasound. It was so cool to hear his tiny
little heartbeat for the first time. The OB told me that my due date was early
July 2018.
From our pregnancy announcement photo shoot in December 2017
I didn’t do any genetic testing before I became pregnant. My husband and I decided it was better not to
know. It would just cause unnecessary worry and it wouldn’t change anything
about our decision to have a baby. We did do one prenatal screening called the
Harmony test. It tests for Down Syndrome and a few other genetic anomalies,
through a blood test when a woman is 10-weeks pregnant. It can also tell the
gender of the baby, which is pretty accurate. Over the winter holidays, we got
the results back from the Harmony test I took.
Everything was normal and we were having a BOY! I will
always remember the moment we found out our baby was a boy. We were standing in
the kitchen, listening to a voicemail from the nurse from my OB’s office with
the test results. As soon as we found out, we were jumping up and down hugging
and crying. They were happy tears.
Many people refer to baby boys as “little man.” I don’t
particularly care for this expression, so when talking to my son in my belly I
decided to call him “Little Boy.” This would go on to be his nickname because
his name was a surprise to everyone. At my baby shower, my mom made a banner
that said “Little Boy” and it is now hanging in his nursery. My husband and I
thought of his name months before he was even conceived on the way back from a
road trip. We decided to keep his name to ourselves. The only hint we gave
anyone was that he was named after a family member who had passed.
Me at about 30-weeks pregnant. Early May, 2018
I experienced some complications with my pregnancy including
nausea the entire time, bad swelling, prenatal hypertension and later
preeclampsia. According to the Mayo
Clinic, “Preeclampsia is a pregnancy complication characterized by high blood
pressure and signs of damage to another organ system, most often the liver and
kidneys. Preeclampsia usually begins after 20 weeks of pregnancy in women whose
blood pressure had been normal.”
During one of my OB appointments, my doctor sent me to the
hospital because of my high blood pressure at 34-weeks pregnant. That was the
first time I had seen this doctor, since my OB practice has many doctors and
whoever is on call that day is the doctor that delivers your baby. I stayed
overnight at Northside Hospital-Atlanta. At that time, it was estimated I would
deliver at 36 or 37-weeks pregnant due to all the complications I was
experiencing.
At 35-weeks pregnant, during my OB appointment, the doctor
sent me back to the hospital due to a very high blood pressure and a headache
that wouldn’t go away. This is a common sign of preeclampsia and was very
worrisome to my doctor. While I was resting before going to the appointment, my
husband had a feeling we were having the baby. He gathered up and packed our
bags for the hospital.
We arrived at Northside and were taken to a room in C-section
waiting since the baby was still breech. I asked my husband what the date was.
He said, “June Fourth.” I decided that was a good day to have a baby.
We still didn’t know what was going on and when I would deliver our son. We
filled out paperwork and I saw the on-call doctor, who happened to the same one
who sent me to the hospital earlier. He said that it would be best to do the C-section
that night. By that time it was about 5 o’clock in the evening. The operating
room was booked for 8:30 p.m. based on my last meal. We literally found out three
hours before our son was born that we were for sure having him that day. It was
suspected that I had preeclampsia and the doctor wanted to deliver him then
because that condition has a tendency to escalate very quickly. It can be very
harmful to the mother and the baby.
I was prepped for surgery and taken to the OR, where I had
my C-section. Only one support person is
allowed in the OR, so my husband went with me.
The procedure went well, with no complications. Since I was
only 35-weeks, there was a team from the NICU in the operating room just in
case. They turned out not to be needed. The nurses wiped down our son and he
was placed on my chest. I will always remember this special moment. In fact, it
is making me teary-eyed as I write this. I said to my son, “Hi Nathan, I’m your
Mommy.” It felt so good to see my son. The first thing I noticed was how little
and cute he was. He was staring right at me and was very calm, all bundled up
in his swaddle blanket. All this time, my husband was snapping pictures with
his phone of our son and the anesthesiologist took the classic C-Section family
photo with the sheet in the background and us in our surgical gear.
First Family Photo
My husband left the room and followed the nurses with Nathan
to weigh him in the nursery. I was then sent to recovery. My husband remembers
one of the nurses saying, “I don’t think he’s going to make weight, he’s really
light.” The NICU nurses said, “What are you talking about? He looks big.” She
then said, “You’re used to all the really little babies.” Turns out he didn’t
make weight and had to go to the transition nursery to be evaluated. Nathan
John Basler was born at 9:22 p.m. on June 4,2018, weighing 4 lbs. 6
oz. and 17 inches long. He was five weeks early and considered premature. Aside
from some temperature issues and a little jaundice, Nathan was perfectly
healthy and was then brought into our hospital room shortly after I came back
from recovery.
During our five-day stay in the hospital for Nathan’s birth,
he was not eating as much as he should. The doctors at Kennesaw Pediatrics, our
pediatrician practice, saw Nathan every single day he was in the nursery. Our pediatrician
recommended that Nathan see a feeding therapist and hoped that he wouldn’t have
to go to the NICU for poor feeding.
We saw the feeding therapist in our hospital room and she
gave us some good pointers on helping him eat better. Premature babies aren’t
always the best at feeding since that is one of the last skills babies develop
in the womb. I had Nathan on a Monday, and Friday evening he was admitted to
the NICU for poor feeding. We were thankful we had those full four days with
our son in our hospital room and that he was a healthy baby boy, just needed to
learn how to eat properly.
Nathan, One day old
Having a child in the NICU is very hard, especially when you
have to go home but your baby does not. It was a very trying time for our
family. I cried at some point every single day. I just wanted our baby home. We
visited him every day. My husband would
wake up at 4 a.m. to go before work and I would go in the afternoon and stay
until long after my husband got off work and came back to the NICU to be with
Nathan. Everyone at the Northside Hospital NICU was wonderful. The doctors,
nurses and staff were all great to work with and very caring towards our son.
Northside is a tier three NICU, so it is one of the best there is. If our son
couldn’t come home with us, we were glad he was being taken care of at
Northside versus another hospital.
Nathan in the NICU
We were released from the NICU after 13 long days. We found
out that we were going home about three hours before we did. We knew it was a
possibility but didn’t think it would happen right then. Sound familiar?
We finally got to take our little boy home! The first night
was exhausting. The next day, we called my parents to come over and help a
little because we were so sleep deprived. Feeding him every three hours will
wear you out! My husband stayed home from work for a week after he came home to
be there and help care for our son.
Leaving the hospital with our boy!
Time went on and we got used to having him home. We took
newborn photos the first week he was home, at three weeks old. On Thursday,
June 28 our son had his brit milah or bris.
A bris is a Jewish tradition dating back thousands of years where a baby
boy is circumcised and receives his Hebrew name. Before I talk about Nathan’s
Hebrew name, I’ll talk about his English name. He is named after Nathan
Zlotnik, my dad’s father, who is a Holocaust survivor, and passed away at the
age of 90 when I was 10 years old. His middle name, John, is named after my
husband’s Great Uncle Johnny. He was like a second grandfather to my husband,
especially after his own grandfather passed. They would spend his childhood
summers at Uncle Johnny’s lake house in Tennessee on the water. I got to know
Uncle Johnny over the years and had the pleasure of visiting the lake house
too. About three years ago, Uncle Johnny passed away at the age of 90. We
decided to name our son after these family members who meant so much to us, but
also had other family members we wanted to honor that also were dear to our
hearts.
From Nathan’s newborn photo session.
This is where Nathan’s Hebrew name comes from. He was named
Nissim Allon. Nissim is after my grandfather Nelson Zavack, who is my mom’s
father. He passed away when I was about two years old, and I don’t really
remember him. He meant a lot to our family. Nissim means miracle and our boy is
such a little miracle.
He is also named Allon, after my husband’s grandfather on his
mother’s side, Allen Morrell. He passed away before my husband was born. My
in-laws named my husband after Allen Morrell and we decided to carry on that
tradition. Allon means oak tree and they are strong with deep roots. We really
think that describes our son perfectly. He is so strong for just a tiny little
guy and has so many family members who love him.
The bris was a wonderful ceremony. It was very hard to watch
my son be circumcised, but I got through it. The bris was very meaningful. I
like to think that I am bringing Jewish tradition back to my family because I
wanted to have the ceremony and plan to raise my son with Jewish teachings.
Nathan’s Bris
At his 2-month appointment, Nathan measured 9 pounds 11 ounces and his weight more than doubled since birth. He is eating well and thriving. I’m so grateful my son and I are healthy after the journey we had. I sure love being his mom.
Author’s Note: I wrote this story about my son back in August, 2018. Nathan is now 9-months-old and weighs 18 pounds! We’re planning his first birthday party for June and I can’t believe my baby is getting so big!
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