Saturday, March 24, 2012

Straddling Two Worlds


It was the dead of winter in the West Village of New York City the night my first son was born.  He did not enter the world easily, and after almost two days of extreme physical exertion, pain, and sleeplessness , my husband and I were both exhausted. Delirious, really...

Come on over and read the rest of the story about these early mothering days on the new MomHeart blog.

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