Post-Natal Nihilism: The Liberation of Motherhood

Today I went through the drive-through at a nearby frozen-custard spot twice within a half-hour.

I say that not just to brag-- although, yes, I'm kind of a baller-- or to point out how good frozen custard really is.  I say that because I live in the fire now; the earth is my frying pan.

5 Reasons You Need a Postpartum Doula

Doula Beth with Baby Evie

Even after just three months of parenting, I kick myself all the time for doing or not doing XYZ over those few months.

"I should have gotten a co-sleeper,"

"I should have swaddled her more tightly,"

"I should have been more assertive with baby-wearing," ad infinitum. 

Those, though, are accessories: they might have helped, or they might not.  Maybe Evie wouldn't have been any more comfortable in a co-sleeper than she was in that damn bassinet.  It could go either way.  What I'm sure I should have done, though, is keep our postpartum doula on the premises at all times.