Postpartum Fantasy #4

Rachelle Gardner, my favorite agent blogger, somehow discovered my blog. She’s been secretly reading it since April and thinks it’s funny, witty, well-written, and all around brilliant. Even the posts I write in a sleep-deprived stupor she finds...

Crying

Oh. Dear. God. The babies have been crying all morning. After an hour, I finally got Ben to sleep, and Luke woke him up with his incessant wailing. He’s not hungry, he’s not wet or dirty, he doesn’t even want to be held. He’s tired. Or insane....

Grape Jelly

Yesterday, I made grape jelly. Yes. I did. I am eight weeks postpartum with twins and I made grape jelly. Okay, so before you start being too impressed (or hating my guts, depending on the kind of person you are), you must understand that Jack and Jane spent two days...

Postpartum Fantasy #3

The babies rarely cry. Instead of wailing when they’re hungry, tired, cold, or wet, they quietly raise their little hands. When I say, “Yes?”, they answer in a darling British accent: “Mummy, I’m a bit hungry. Might I have a nip at your...

Postpartum Fantasy #2

Breastfeeding is a dream. The babies latch on properly every time, their feedings only take 20 minutes, and I never have to breast pump. My nipples are never sore, red, chapped, or blistered, my breasts are never sore or engorged, I don’t get clogged ducts, and...

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