I proudly held my new baby in my arms taking in the “ahhhh”s and “oooooh”s until another overwhelming feeling came over me. No matter how hard I tried to hold on, I felt my grip around her body loosen. Then everything went black.
Every morning, I send my husband off to work with a packed lunch and a kiss. While my husband’s at work, I spend my days making block towers, sweeping up Cheerios and continuing the absolute endless cycle of laundry. I wear a frilly apron while I cook and bake, which I love to do. I … Continue reading I’m a Stay-at-Home-Mom and a Proud Feminist.