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My son, Thomas, was born in November of 2016. It was a beautiful, whirlwind of a day. I was 3 days past my due date and definitely feeling it. I went to my doctor for a routine checkup and was informed within a few minutes of being there that I was going to have a […]
Now, I don’t like to brag or anything, but after we took the childbirth class at the hospital, before we had our first kid, I was an EXPERT on breastfeeding. I was a little miffed that they didn’t hand out medals, but the class was only $75, so it’s understandable. Here’s what I knew about […]
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In honor of National Adoption Month, Houston-based foster mother, Amber, shares her experience in her journey to adopt. Describe your family before considering becoming a foster parent. What led you to consider being a foster parent? I have always loved children and in my early twenties I had a life plan which included being married […]
It’s not every day that you meet people with an incredible capacity to LOVE. To give love. To share love. To open up their hearts and their home to the greatest love of all, a child. A child that was not born from the adoptive mother’s womb, but was born in this adoptive family’s heart. […]
Dear Third Child, I’m sorry in advance. I know this may seem a little premature to say especially since you’re busy kicking away in Mommy’s tummy {perfectly content with our tasty dinner of BBQ sandwich, avocado, and chips}, but trust me, it’s not unwarranted. Things may seem perfect right now, and it may seem like […]
I was one of those people that had sort of always considered adoption. For most of my life, as long as I can remember, I have thought about adoption. I have been intrigued by adoption. I remember clearly the adoption story-line in the Babysitters Club books. I remember being in Toys “R” Us buying a gift […]
To say my family’s journey to the NICU was unexpected would be an ENORMOUS understatement. If you had told 8-month-pregnant-me, reporting for her last day of work for the school year that I would be holding my first baby three hours after I left school, I would have laughed you out of the room. And […]
