“O Victoria, you’re such a natural,” an onlooker cooed as I scooped Carson into my arms. While I appreciated the complement, I had to disagree. Motherhood doesn’t come naturally to me. At. All. Dragging myself out of bed at all hours of the night to nurse a waking child, not natural. Keeping calm with a grumpy-and-we-can’t-figure-out-why baby, not natural. Juggling…

It’s 0-dark-thirty hours. You’ve been days without sleep and you’re exhausted; a bit of rest here, a bit there, never enough to make a dent in the deprivation you’ve accumulated since your assignment. Yesterday’s grime from the trenches clings to your skin. Your body aches, your chest especially – which feels as if tiny bullets have…

After 7 months I finally feel comfortable enough with Carson’s nursery to show it off. Though I consider myself a creative person, interior design is not my strong suit. While I love browsing Pinterest for inspiration – like this sleek boy nursery! – I get paralyzed when it comes time to execute. Additionally, we currently live the apartment life. There’s only so…

Since becoming a stay at home mom (sorta) I’ve found myself taking part in lots of stay at home mom activities. Carson joined the summer reading program (I know, I know). I’ve been crafting and doing some household projects. We’ve been on playdates. And I joined a mom’s group. Just soaking it up. But about the mom’s group. These…

It seems that only weeks ago I was blogging Carson’s birth story. Can you believe this little squirt is 6 months old!? Someone told me recently that parenthood is when the days are slow and the years are quick. Truer words. Will you indulge me on a wee jaunt down memory lane? I knew you would…

When your Facebook friend posts, I’m thinking one of my mommy writer friends should write a tell-all/exposé of what pregnancy and child birth really does to woman’s body. Even 4 and half years later my body is still out of whack! you answer. This one’s for you Amanda! First, let’s get the bump in the…

As of today, I am a stay at home mom. Sort of. I’m stepping down from my full-time position to work a part-time schedule at the same company in order to spend more time with my daughter. And someone actually said to me, “O so you’re going to work part-time and be a mom part-time?” Um,…

My weak words couldn’t phrase a better tribute. Taken from JD Greear at The Summit Church in Raleigh-Durham. A Mother’s Day Tribute To those who gave birth this year to their first child, we celebrate with you. To those who lost a child this year, we mourn with you. To those who are in the trenches…

“Honey, looks like you haven’t been here in a while.” The stylist raised her eyebrows as I walked in to wax mine. I explained that I had a 3-month-old at home, but by the twist in her mouth there was no excuse good enough to throw one’s eyebrow maintenance to the wind. I wasn’t about to tell her I…

The pace of motherhood is unrelenting. Unceasing. Downright grueling. At the drop of a baby’s cry, fling your feet out of bed one more time. Do it again. Again. And again. Exhaustion masks the ecstasy of a gummy smile. Sure, it’s rewarding. But when your back is breaking from the weight of rocking a fussy…