Springing and Sinking into Motherhood

I place my hand on my sister’s pregnant belly. My niece/nephew’s kicks instantly transport me to my pregnancy days—of utter excitement—when I first felt my baby’s movements—and heartbreaking fear—of the seemingly impossible task ahead. I offer countless pointers—on baby slings and baby toys, from breastfeeding to tummy-time. I recount the first time I held her,… Read More Springing and Sinking into Motherhood