Traveling With Children: Whose Idea Was This?

My husband is originally from Savannah, Georgia. His mother still lives there, so we make the trip several times a year. I love my boys. I love their sweet little faces, the way they smell. I love to watch them discover the world. I hate being in a car with them for seven hours. My first born is a smart kid; he’s very inquisitive and wants to know as much as possible about as many things as possible. Truly, it’s a fantastic quality. Only it’s a terrible quality when you are in a tiny box for hours on end and

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The Catalyst

It’s worth noting that this pregnancy was different from the beginning. I didn’t feel as good as I had with my first son: no energy, ever-present nausea, and a general feeling of “I’m not myself.” Most unsettling was that I didn’t feel the instant (in-utero) connection with this baby that I felt with his brother; it was as if I had no attachment to the child I was growing. He was there, I was his vessel, and that was the extent of it. It was alarming to say the least. I was terrified that this would continue, that my baby would arrive and

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