Yes, it´s Friday. Reason enough for wine right? But it´s also the 24th of February, the day that my sister was supposed to turn 28 years old. Unfortunately, we haven´t celebrated more than 18 birthdays with her together but that does not mean we have stopped celebrating on the 24th of February.
Dear nurse of my son,
Although I really think you’re a good pediatric nurse and truly value how nice you are to my son, I was wondering if you could maybe be half as nice to the moms that come with their babies to your practice? I know you’re very pro breastfeeding and probably you should be pro in your position since the pediatrics association recommends breastfeeding for at least two years. I get that, I mean wouldn’t it be amazing if all mamas could be breastfeeding their child for two years? But you being critical and judgmental on if and how long we moms breastfeed isn’t really helping anyone.
Cultural clash alert! I am having a bit of a luxury problem here, there are all these random friends of my parents in law that keep buying the most expensive gifts for my son. And not just for his birthday or Christmas, no, all.year.round. Yes, yes I know, third world problems. You might think what a nice problem to have, but seriously, I don´t know anymore what to do with all these toys.
When writing about my word for 2017, I already mentioned that I wanted to ditch my phone a bit more and that I bought an old-fashioned alarm clock. Well, that alarm clock has become my new best friend and thanks to this simple chance I am sleeping so much better. Since sleep is not really a commodity for us moms this has really been a game changer for me.
In the aftermath of my sister passing away, I have long struggled with the fear of who was going to be next. As the oldest of five kids, I have always felt very responsible for the other four and that somehow I had to protect them from everything that could go wrong or could be painful. This ranged from waking my sister up every morning so she wouldn’t come late to obsessively controlling where they were going and why.
Yep, I was that annoying oldest sister.