Two years… and still suffering from PTSD (pre-toddler sleep deprivation)

  I’m exhausted. There, I said it. I firmly believe that at this stage in my life, I might as well just put it out there. Perhaps a name change is in order so that we’re all very clear—my resume will read Erica Donahue-Tired. At least expectations are set, right? “I’m Erica and I’m insanely […]

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Dear toddler: Wherever your head rests, it will rest in love

The preach:  Forget perceptions. Keep it real. The practice: Dear baby boy, I pulled your polka dot shade down tonight as we sang Twinkle Twinkle and, honestly, it felt like I was moving a mountain. Because, my little one, we are moving. And it’s a heavy, heavy load. Tonight is the last time I will […]

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The harsh realities of the mommy all-nighter

He’s sick. Again. This time, it starts off as a mild fever—teething perhaps—but quickly turns into something more. Spots on throat. Rash on face. His temperature soars to 102, 103, 104. “Mamaaaaaaa” beckons the owl-shaped monitor on my nightstand. I strap on my furry candy-stripe robe, toss my greasy hair into a scrunchie and get […]

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Is love all you really need? Surviving postpartum depression.

I love motherhood, but it doesn’t love me. That was the message I was telling myself to try to maintain some semblance of sanity. I just wasn’t cut out for it and it wasn’t my fault. Some women are naturally called to be mothers, some aren’t. I feared I fell into the latter category. But, […]

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