One of the scariest words anyone can hear. Cancer. It makes your heart sink a little. When I was 34 years old, I almost skipped my annual exam.

Our family became complete 6 weeks ago.  Baby #4 signifies the end of a chapter: I am done having kids.  It’s bittersweet knowing I will never experience the glory and misery of pregnancy again. 

Baby number 2 is a chance to right all of your wrongs; to look back at the silly mistakes and expectations and do it the ‘right’ way this time around!

As moms, we all have an idea of what the “perfect” mom is like. A few months back, there was a YouTube video floating around about different types of perfect moms.

I read about the second-child syndrome when I was pregnant with my second, and heard many moms talk about how different it is once you have more than one child.  However, I vowed that I would give my second child just as much attention as my first.

I used to live in this magical land where babies drank from bottles with little persuasion. They latched on and cuddled into your arms just as if it were the real deal.

Does anyone else feel like they will never sleep again?? Between pregnancy insomnia, newborn feedings, crazy busy days, and the months (possibly years) until your baby sleeps through the night, sleeping well can seem like a distant memory.

The day was winding down, and the mess from the party had been cleaned up.  I no longer had a 4-year-old, but a 5-year-old.  Despite her obvious tiredness, my daughter was still beaming from the day's festivities.

The below post was submitted by guest contributor, Ashlee Rahmlow.  Thank you, Ashlee, for writing about your experience with Postpartum Anxiety, and, for offering support for so many others. 

I can only begin to imagine how I’ll feel when my girls are old enough to start school. For now, I am flooded with the thoughts of parents around me.