While absolutely terrifying to think about, you can prepare yourself and go into an accident with some knowledge that will make the process go a little more smoothly. Be it stitches, a broken bone, or a knock to the head, follow these four tips to help ease your mom-heart during a time of crisis.
Author Archive | Ashley
Moms are a tough breed, but our brains begin to tweak just a bit when we encounter a little too much of any one aforementioned item. Finally, an outside irritant, typically an unsuspecting person, pulls the pin from our grenade. Kerosene is thrown on the fire. The bull is freed from the pen. The victim […]
My child did NOT throw up at Chick-Fil-A today. I took a real shower with water and soap and everything. I finished a movie WITHOUT falling asleep. These are the small victories I have grown to celebrate as a mom. Someone else may look at these things and pity my enthusiasm. But chances are, they […]
I was five months pregnant, had locked myself in the bathroom, and was sobbing uncontrollably. My husband was beginning to understand the crazy nature of his pregnant wife and knew better than to come to the door and engage me. My howl was the universal cry of mothers-to-be. Everyone was stupid, and no one understood. […]
Congratulations! You have just booked a trip with your family! Your little brood is off on an adventure and ready to see the world! Whether you plan to take to the skies as your precious snowflake kicks the back of a business man’s seat or you pile in your swagger wagon with an armload of […]
Each year, it seems like stores everywhere unveil their Halloween displays earlier and earlier. Up go Costco’s princess and superhero costumes in August. Down the aisles of Target are rows of overpriced, fun-sized candies in September. School has hardly started before some very together mom-friends of mine have Halloween costumes planned, coordinated, and laid neatly at the […]
My husband came home a complete mess; “The vet says he has four weeks left to live.” This was not the news I was expecting to hear about our 11-year-old black Labrador. We scheduled an appointment for a minor limp, only to find out an aggressive form of cancer was attacking his bones. My husband bought Tex […]