motherhood

2020: lost and found

2020: lost and found

today is the final day of 2020. it’s been… a year. a year that needs no introduction. a year that’s become the punchline of jokes and the reason why many things didn’t work out the way people had in mind. it gets a pretty bad rap, and while it’s certainly not my favorite year ever, it hasn’t been a complete waste. i’m not looking to minimize or discount some of the truly awful things that have happened this year, but i’m closing it out with some reflections and gratitude for the ways in which there was still good to be found.

the mom i am today

the mom i am today

acknowledging that the mom we are right now may not be the mom we were last month or last week nor are we the mom we will be in the coming days, weeks and months. but the mom we are right now is very real - no matter how long or short this "stage" may last.

welcome baby boy bica

welcome baby boy bica

most notably i grew and birthed a human who is now 11 weeks old. his name is connor joseph bica (to be known henceforth on this blog as yogi) and he's pretty much the cutest baby in the world. but this post isn't really about him. he will be the star of many (or few based on my current track record) posts to come; but this is my story, a (mostly) unfiltered birth story, about how he entered the world.