Behind my left ear lives a tiny imaginary reporter from the New York Times who’s doing a profile on me. WHAT, DO YOU NOT HAVE THAT? Each morning they ask: Say, Bekah, what do you …
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Life doesn’t frighten me
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the worry spot
Joe, in 15 or so years: Mom? What is this weird spot on my chest? Me: Where? Joe: right here, over my heart? It’s this weird like, indented spot. Is it like my birthmark, or …
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the Baby Gym
There are things called baby gyms that you put your baby underneath to stimulate their brains, and if you DON’T then your baby will grow up to be a murderer or at least have little …
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screaming awake
I’m still getting used to New Sleep, in which you never quite sleep, but are always listening for the sound of your baby crying, or moving, or thinking, or anything-ing. You float above sleep, but …
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A Blessing
I am VERY LUCKY that I have a husband that wants to and is able to be an equal participant in raising (ie: desperately, moment to moment, trying to understand and the keeping alive of) …
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A MAN.
Today, on feelings I did not anticipate: I have a crush on my son. Like before bed I lie awake looking at pictures of him, he gives me butterflies, I miss him when he’s in …
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how to walk
My greatest fears used to be very bad reviews, plummeting to my death in a plane crash, or hurting the feelings of someone I love, but now at the very top of the list is …
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EXCUSE ME, MY SURGERY HURTS
As the days pass, Morrison and I keep remembering surreal little bits of our hospital stay, like we ate mushrooms a few weeks ago and are now just recalling all that we saw and did. …
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tummy time, or: this, forever
Like a month ago when I was a different human, I swore to myself that once Joe was born, I would not let this space become solely about babies. I would strike a balance between …
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Stretch marks the Spot
Who’s already tired of my postpartum word play? NO ONE? GREAT, I’LL KEEP GOING FOR MONTHS. I’m only two weeks postpartum, and I’ve yet to fully look at or reckon with what pregnancy has wrought …