How Soon Can I…
…exercise? Get pregnant again? Eat sushi? A quick n’ dirty rundown of postpartum timetables.
…exercise? Get pregnant again? Eat sushi? A quick n’ dirty rundown of postpartum timetables.
Stephanie of Adventures in Babywearing tells us why she chose a homebirth and why it was right for her, plus some of the more practical aspects of recovering from a birth at home from the get-go.
What to say when you’re confronted, harassed, or asked to leave.
Whether it happens at two months or two years, it can be a really weird time. Maybe you feel relieved. Maybe you feel guilty. Maybe you even feel a distinct loss of identity. Maybe it’s a mix of all three, plus some other conflicting emotions I forgot to mention.
Time’s up, new mama. How to make a smooth(ish) transition back to the working world.
Answer: YOU DO
Or, Do You Really Need All This Crazy Stuff?
Amalah chats with Jonniker about colic, reflux and other things that turn your perfect newborn into a terrifying hellbeast.
Shedding, breakage, scalp changes: who knew having a baby could be so tough on your HAIR?
Somebody’s gotta say it: Let’s talk about POSTPARTUM CONTROL ISSUES.
What can I reasonably expect to get done during my maternity leave?
Is it worthwhile, a load of nonsense…or something akin to a medieval torture chamber?
So what really happens to your breasts after pregnancy and nursing?
What has sleep deprivation done for you lately?
You’ve packed everything but the kitchen sink. But what if you’re out and you NEED THE KITCHEN SINK? (Yep, it’s time to relax and streamline.)
Having a baby can complicate your relationship with your parents and in-laws. Here’s a guide which identifies the more troublesome varieties of grandparents.
Newborns and holidays = quadruple the insanity. No, I’m not sure why that math works either.
Let’s skip the formal column and go shopping this week instead.
Technically it’s probably more useful to friends and family of postpartum moms than to actual postpartum moms, but…whatever. IT’S TIMELY. AND EVERYBODY LIKES PRESENTS.
At some point, you may start thinking — dreaming! wishing! longing! — about leaving the house. By yourself, with your husband, partner, friends. Anywhere and spend two hours free of the fear that someone is going to vomit into your cleavage.