Last week, “The Nib” — the comics/cartoon/words plus images section of Medium — posted this fantastic piece called A Lost Possibility: Women on Miscarriage. I was nodding along to everything, all the words and sentiment the illustrated women shared. And then I got to this frame:
That’s exactly how I felt: My body failed me. It was so devastating to feel like that. So many women feel like they failed at something that was supposed to be easy and natural. But the baffling part about miscarriage is how we don’t talk about it. It’s like a dirty, shame-covered secret.
I’m happy to see this necessary conversation about miscarriage happening out in the open, so to speak, and happening more often. Just posting this Medium story on MMM’s Facebook page got stirred people to talk about it. I even went back in the MMM archives to read my two-year-old post about my miscarriage, too.
Hope we can keep this dialogue going. It’s so important. Not talking freely about it and keeping miscarriage behind a veil of silence, that’s where the true failure lies.
Toast behind pillow.
Sippy cups with weaponized old milk at the bottom of it behind the couch.
Cheerios and Gold Fish crackers crushed and crusty under everything.
Where’s the strangest place you ever found old, forgotten food that your kids left behind? And what was it?
Found in the bathroom. It’s only about a day old — this time around. (-_-)
So I’ve been sitting on some really good news for a minute now, but after receiving an email from my agent this week, I can finally sing it out to the heavens …
I’ve landed a two-book deal with Kensington Books!
The first novel, THE THUNDER BENEATH US, will be published Fall 2016. And novel #2 will (likely) be out the following year.
Very happy and super excited. Yaaaay!
Last week was not my favorite. I was still trying to kick The Cough and get my energy back. Then out of no where, The Youngster got hit with a stomach virus. And by hit, I mean hit harrrrrd. Clobbered, actually. He ended up not being able to keep Gatorade or even water down. This lead to his being very dehydrated. We had to go straight to the ER from his pediatrician’s office — in an ambulance.
The IV fluids helped, but he was in such bad shape that the doctors admitted him to the hospital, where we stayed for two nights.
Yeah. Like I said, not my favorite.
Oh, and then there was the part where my husband woke up like dis: high fever and severe body aches.
I was practically tripping over myself trying to take care of both my homies before the ER thing happened. It was a mess, and I’m glad it’s behind us. Now I’m happy to report that the household is healthy and back on the good foot. To celebrate, how about a #giveaway?
Recently, The Youngster has been talking more about music. Pop music. He’s been seeing the commercial for the new “Kidz Bop 27” CD on television and singing along with a few of the song clips. It’s adorable. But it’s also, like, wait… are you growing up on me?
Honestly, the whole kidz music thing was barely in my periphery until maybe the last month. My son basically listens to whatever we listen to, and that can range from Jimmy Cliff and the tUnE-yArDs to Sia and Sam Smith. But I decided to give the Kidz a listen, and I’m totally into it. Catchy ditties, no parental-advisory lyric concerns — what’s not to like? Plus, them kidz can belt! Some of these young’uns sound better than your fave pop star.
So, good news: One of you can also get in on the fun with us. We’re giving away one free copy of the brand new “Kidz Bop 27″ CD. And all you have to do is share a song lyric that you’ve discovered you got terribly wrong. Fun!
The winner will be announced next week.