My almost seven month old has no problem with the input of food but for the past week has been having some problems with the output of what once was food. The one particular day, he was really struggling. It’s so difficult to see a baby struggle especially when there’s little that can be done to help at that moment. I tried to assist my boy in the least gross way possible (some leg lifting,...

I can’t exactly remember when I was first diagnosed with the waddle. I think I was possibly about eight months pregnant. I couldn’t understand why one of my male colleagues was making strange penguin movents as he approached me. I thought that maybe we were playing charades, I had to guess what he was and I was just didn’t know. Then it clicked- he was imitating me. I was insulted. I definitely...

Yesterday at church, one of the ladies asks the children: “And what does your mother do for you?” My six year old nephew pipes up and says, “My mom can answer all of my questions.”  It’s amazing how some of those melt you heart moments are not in ear shot when you’d like to hear them most. That boy could have scored some major points.  This mainly got me thinking about...

Remember the days when life would only really start at 10:30 pm. You’d put your dancing shoes on around 9:30pm after trying on about a hundred different outfits. You’d get little sleep that night and be up for university or work the next morning, being rather alert and attentive. This doesn’t change all that much when you become a mother- Your life only really begins after dark. You...

 I loved my job. Other than home, work was where I felt safe in my own skin. I felt I was being successful in what I was doing and I loved the interaction with others. Then, when the two lines appeared there was a paradigm shift. I was going to lose myself (my job, my car, my life as I knew it) and gain a chance to give even more of myself than ever before. SCARY! Now, being a stay at home mom is mostly one...

I thought this was a great way to look at adoption and a wonderful way to share your child’s story so that adoption is not a “bad word”. Child By Stacie Lloyd Duce Stacie Lloyd Duce, “Child,” Ensign, Feb. 2009, 43–44 One of my earliest memories is looking up at my mother after she had tucked me in and asking her if she would tell me a different bedtime story. After all, she had been...