That Time I Couldn’t Rest
My clinical diagnosis was Post-Partum Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, (PPOCD) but it was truly Post-Partum Obsessively Checking Delaney. (PPOCD) Continue reading That Time I Couldn’t Rest
My clinical diagnosis was Post-Partum Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, (PPOCD) but it was truly Post-Partum Obsessively Checking Delaney. (PPOCD) Continue reading That Time I Couldn’t Rest
They would tell me I was brave and how proud they were when I didn’t squirm or cry. Little did they know, that they were the ones keeping me brave. Continue reading That time it was about the numbers…
I would have been 22 weeks pregnant right now. I would be feeling the swishes and sway of our daughter. Her siblings could have laid their hands on my stomach while their eyes grew wide feeling the taps from within. But I’m not. Our baby’s heart was just not strong enough for this side. Before … Continue reading That time I was speechless…
One of my favorite parts of reading any book, is always trying to guess what will happen next. Will the two best friends realize they are soulmates? Will they find out who the murderer is? Will she confess her secret to her husband? I can’t help but assume I know the answer with the turn … Continue reading That time I saw swirls…