Her Potty Chair and My Potty Mouth
I don’t know how to start this. I guess it is mostly about my mom-pride. We all have it for something. Some of us have it for enduring childbirth without drugs, some of us for breastfeeding exclusively for an entire year, and some of us for going through all of our pregnancies without welcoming a single stretch mark. I fall in none of the above pride-categories as I took ALL. THE. DRUGS. during labor and then instead of spitting them out my vagina like you’re supposed to I ended up having three c-sections. My third child literally NEVER breastfed...not even in the hospital...not even to get the “liquid gold” stuff that comes out before the milk. Nope. None of it. It’s probably why she has to wear glasses now. And as far as stretch marks go...let’s just say you could play a rousing game of tic-tac-toe on my belly. The horizontal lines are from the c-sections and the vertical ones are the stretch marks. But don’t pick the middle square in that game because that would be ...