C-Sections are Beautiful

I recently heard a story about a photographer refusing to document a C-section birth, because they did not consider it to be an actual birth and worthy of documenting. The story broke out on Sanctimommy’s Facebook page who posted a screen shot of the photographer’s messages to the mom. #tmw your #birthphotographer dumps you for having a csection. Posted by Sanctimommy on Friday, 24 February 2017 The message read: “A surgery isn’t birth, my dear. You aren’t giving birth. You are having a surgery to remove your baby from your abdomen….

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Big And Happy

I must have been ten years old when I overheard an older cousin of mine say “I bet Tova will struggle with her weight her entire life, just like her mother”. I had no idea what he meant obviously—as far as I was concerned, there was nothing wrong with my weight just like I didn’t see anything wrong with my mom’s either. I was just another average looking ten year old who loved skipping rope and playing hide and seek, as well as eating ice cream on hot days. But…

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#RealityCheck: I’m a Mom, Not a Maid

I know this is radical thinking (I’m being sarcastic), but honestly – if people actually think that women LIKE cleaning everyone else’s wee off the floors, walls and toilet seats, or that it is somehow solely a woman’s job to do all of the housework, then they can seriously kiss my ass. For one—I could not care less about vacuuming. I mean, I do it, but I honestly do not give a shit about it. I know having a clean and tidy house is a source of great pride for…

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A Love Letter to My Last Child

Dear last child of mine, You are the last baby I will hold, the last baby whose soft body I will smell, the last one I will feed and comfort at night. I swear, you were just born last week and look at you now–three and half years old, ruling the house with your cuteness and tantrums, like the absolute star that you are. It went by too fast. I know I complain a lot. I know I’ve said (in my head) “grow up already” so many times. I know…

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Doing Less Has Changed My Life

It was five years since I had become a mother, and I felt like I had slowly been losing more and more of myself, with every “come on kids, get your shoes on”, every meal I cooked, every load of laundry, every stressful school drop-off, every manic morning, every supermarket tantrum and every time I said to my friends I was too tired to meet them. I looked in the mirror one morning and saw a tired, stressed out, overworked, crazy woman who had totally lost her shit over the…

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