After the desperate days of Vman, I truly did not understand how anyone could love a baby. The screaming, out of control, make your head spin to the point of stabbing forks in your ears just to make it stop was sending me into a dark spiral. And yet, the dream of having a family with two children still lived on. Apparently I was clinically insane.
I convinced myself that even though I may not be a baby person, perhaps I was a mom of older kids. That’s where my talents would shine. And besides, if I’m already in the foxhole of infancy, better to get it all done at once rather than start the whole process again, right? Continue Reading →