Before I broadly bash modern-day childrearing, allow me to point a finger squarely at the mirror. I do not want my son to follow in my flawed footsteps.
A clickbait article is spreading like, well, the flu, and is likely to significantly impact pregnant women's behavior at doctors' offices this flu season.
Sure, I would've preferred a nice hotel and massage, but three weeks on an intermittently-inflating bed and five AM blood draws were a close approximation.
I wanted to believe – don’t we all – that there was a perfect birth for me and, if I played my cards right, such an experience was mine for the taking.
All you need to bring your baby home from the hospital is one outfit, one car seat, and enough diapers to get you through the day. Don't sweat the rest.
Every kid adds an additional 20 metric tons of carbon dioxide emissions to be produced each year. But does having fewer children help solve global warming?
Since the dawn of time, the process of birth has evolved. But no period in history has seen such monumental change as we have in the last several decades.
I don’t speak much about my use of medication during my second pregnancy. Even with such a low dosage, I never wanted to be judged for making that decision.
I spent the evening wondering if my son would be okay, whether I’d ever get to hold him, and whether he’d have multiple surgeries and a life of problems.
I have for a long time yearned for a fourth child, but at age 45 and already a mother of three, I had pretty much assumed I was done. But what if I'm not?
