A Letter to Project Motherhood

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I’m not any everything-needs-to-be-perfect mom. I’m just a strung out WAHM who is kinda drowning a little bit.

-Allison Cooper, “When Mom Burnout is Your Reality”

Allison Cooper of Project Motherhood and I have been friends for years. Our husbands, Chris and Damany, have been best friends since high school, so we’ve known each other through pregnancies, weddings, moving days, birthdays, and now into multiple anniversaries of our 29th birthdays (haha!)

Back in November, Allison sent out an article called “When Mom Burnout is Your Reality,” and it landed in my inbox at exactly the right time. I had been diagnosed with postpartum depression after my son’s birth, I was in the middle of a full-time semester at school, and I had just finished a work conference that left me discouraged, drained, and sick. Continue reading

Preparing for Leave as a Freelancer

Preparing For Leave as a Freelancer | babydroppingsIronically enough, when my husband and I first knew that we wanted to have a baby, being a freelancer seemed like the worst idea ever. After all, grown-ups had grown-up jobs, right? They had benefits and salaries and paid leave. I spent much of my adult life chasing down that perfect “big girl job,” the one that would offer enough stability for me to be able to take care of my family.

Like many people my age, however, I was surprised and dismayed to learn that, well, there wasn’t a whole hell of a lot out there for me or for anyone else. Continue reading

Why We Chose a Midwife Over the Hospital

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With just eight weeks left to go, I find myself thinking a lot about the last stage of pregnancy–birth. It’s the last hurdle to jump before we get to meet our new little one, and while I’m over-the-moon-excited, I’m also beginning to get really nervous all over again. Fortunately, we have the most compassionate and loving prenatal care that we could possibly wish for in our midwives, and with their support I’m eagerly anticipating our upcoming home birth. Continue reading

Why I Started Crying in the Fitting Room

It’s very, very early in the morning. My husband and I are sitting in our living room, quietly scrolling through our phones. Despite our best efforts to stay positive, cheerful and productive, we have had extraordinarily trying days. We are emotionally and physically wiped.

Part of the stress, I realize, comes from having to pretend that everything is A-okay all freaking day. It’s absolutely not. We’re dealing with work and school and family and finances and self-doubt and clutter and all kinds of other stuff too. I realized today what I needed to do was just sit with the negative feelings, because I was wasting a lot of emotional energy trying to avoid what most people I knew would inevitably say. Continue reading

Becoming an Adult With the Second Pregnancy

Becoming an Adult With the Second Pregnancy | babydroppings

I don’t know if it’s that I’m weeks away from my thirtieth birthday, or that I’m heavily pregnant with my second child, but I feel my adulthood keenly. When I was 25 years old and expecting my daughter, I felt like I was stepping into this new and exciting phase of my life. This time around, I feel settled, tired, and a bit sore. Or, to quote Bilbo Baggins: “thin, sort of stretched—like butter scraped over too much bread.” Continue reading

My Daughter Made an Asshole Out of Me

I am a naturally affectionate person, and I love my kids like you wouldn’t believe. I was the baby of my family—the youngest out of all my grandmother’s grandchildren—so I never grew up around really little kids (and definitely wasn’t in charge of caring for any of them). So when I had my daughter I was over the moon with affection and oxytocin. I wanted to snuggle her non-stop and smell her little baby head. I knew I would be firm, but gentle. I would listen to her. I would be compassionate and engaged.

As the saying goes…everyone’s a great parent until they have kids.

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Honestly, I’d Rather Starve Than Cook

Phoenix & Damany Cooking | babydroppings

Anyone who knows me knows that I do not cook. I just don’t. It’s ironic, really, because for a really really really long time I wanted to open a restaurant. I love and appreciate food, I really do. I’m just…lazy. Plus, I married someone who cooks really well, and if I look pathetic enough, he’ll mostly give in and feed me. Continue reading

New York Baby Show 2018

New York Baby Show | babydroppings

So it’s that time of year again! If you’re an expecting parent and you’re anywhere in the greater NYC area, the @NewYorkBabyShow is the place to get the inside scoop on all the coolest gear for your little ones. You’d be shocked at how techy the baby gear can get–there’s new innovations in bottle design, space-age fabric for carriers, car seats that talk to you via a smartphone app, and strollers that charge your phone. Continue reading

Make 2017 YOUR Year: Self-Care Daily Challenge

I’m obsessed with New Year’s. Being an extremely Type-A, high-strung perfectionist, I love any special day dedicated to making lists and making improvements in my daily life. But for many years in a row, my resolutions have all been about getting more done, getting stuff accomplished, and generally just a twelve-month long to-do list.
In my first full year of parenting, I’ve realized that the cliche is true–if mama’s not happy, no one’s happy. So this year I want to try to do something that I’ve never done before. Something much harder.  And I want you to do it too.

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The First Night Away

She never sleeps this late when I'm home! The first night away from baby can be emotionally tough...but was worth it. babydroppings.com
She never sleeps this late when I’m home!

My daughter is fifteen months old, and until this weekend I had never spent the night away from her. My husband and I worked out all kind of things and spent money on extra plane tickets so that I could have her close and keep nursing her. Finally, though, I felt like I was ready, and we planned that I would be away from home for a night to attend Thrive Lounge’s VisionCon in Washington, DC.  Continue reading