364 days
For the past 364 days, life has burst at the seams almost every day. But tomorrow, we celebrate a whole year of Elliot Mac.
For the past 364 days, life has burst at the seams almost every day. But tomorrow, we celebrate a whole year of Elliot Mac.
What strikes me most is how my belief that I had a favourite stage has changed. Because living through these distinct stages at the same time has shown me how special they all are.
(Although, that part might be a stretch… in addition to being my last baby, Baby E is also the tiniest.) If you aren’t assaulted by the onslaught of social media shares I’ve dropped in the past four weeks, you might be blissfully unaware that we welcomed our third son on October 3. Elliot Mac flew… Continue reading last but not least
In reflecting, I’ve come to realize that perhaps the reason my return to work has felt so hard has been that I set too high a standard for myself.
If I had to sum up my postpartum experience in one word, it would be humbling.