My friend Pam, holding my newborn daughter, Morgan, July 2009
A couple years back, as a part of my mommy and me class I took with my youngest, we had regular breakout “coffee talks” with just the moms where we discussed various parenting topics.
One week the topic was about community, and how as moms we all need support. We were asked to go around the room and share a particular time when someone showed us support when we needed it.
As you can imagine, there were quite a few tears that day. It was a “pass the Kleenex” kind of talk. I felt bad for the lone substitute dad filling in for his wife. I think the topic from the week before was on how to make your own play doh. He picked the wrong week for sure.
The first thing that came to mind was a dark period in the weeks following my youngest daughter’s birth back in July 2009. I was in pain post c-section, had kidney stones, super sore nipples and a newborn with severe reflux and colic.