Mom Confessions: I chose between my kid and

  • Mom Confessions: I chose between my kid and … 1 of 7

    The Stage

    The Stage

    In February 2009, my first solo comedy show was slated to premiere Off-Broadway. It was a dream come true for a lot of reasons, not least the fact that I was going through a messy divorce. Then a few days before Christmas 2008, I discovered that my soon-to-be ex-husband planned to sue for sole custody of my daughter. I immediately emailed the theatre canceling my show, telling them, "If I were to give this potential custody battle any less than my full attention in order to do the show and as a result ended up losing my daughter, I'd regret that for a lifetime." Read about Carolyn's custody and career victories
  • Mom Confessions: I chose between my kid and 2 of 7

    My husband

    My husband

    My daughter, a good student with a lot of friends, had begun to dread school. She was also tired and irritable, had purple circles under her eyes, and lost her appetite. Yet multiple doctors gave her a clean bill of health. My husband and I spent countless conversations debating what was wrong. He thought the symptoms were psychosomatic — he hates to think of the kids suffering. I knew it was something more. It quickly became a sore spot between us, and against my husband's wishes, we went to one more doctor. The next afternoon the new doctor called me. Find out whether Danielle was right
  • Mom Confessions: I chose between my kid and 3 of 7

    Working outside my house

    Working outside my house

    "You can't have it all," my mother warned when I was pregnant with my daughter. "No woman ever really does." Eh, I thought. I'll show her. After the baby was born, I continued to give myself completely to my job, while also giving myself completely to my daughter. The situation was exhausting, and ultimately unsustainable. So I chose my daughter. Read how Meredith made working from home work for her — and what she thinks now about having it all.
  • Mom Confessions: I chose between my kid and 4 of 7

    My body

    My body

    If you knew me before I had my son, you'd describe me as a physically active person. I've been a dancer my whole life. So when a friend warned me to get back into the habit of being active quickly after I had my son — "It's been two years, and I rarely work out," she told me — I brushed it off. I wouldn't be that way — I'd get right back into shape. But my son is almost three, and I can count on two hands the number of times I've seen the inside of a dance studio. I may have shed the pregnancy pounds, but I've also shed other things I wish I could have back: Read what Heather misses about her old body
  • Mom Confessions: I chose between my kid and 5 of 7

    My Laptop

    My Laptop

    Over the years, my only child has become quite jealous of my relationship with my laptop. It steals a significant amount of time and attention that could, and really should, be spent on her. It's getting to the point that she tries to get between me and my computer — physically. And I totally get it. I would rather be with her too. But I also wish she realized how lucky she is. Read why this mom blogger's child is so lucky
  • Mom Confessions: I chose between my kid and 6 of 7

    My Hair

    My hair

    One night, at about 2:30 a.m., I had to make a choice: my hair or my baby. I had great hair. Thick, wavy hair. The kind of stuff that stars in fairy tales. It was the first thing people noticed about me, my pride and joy. It was also a rope in the hands of a cheerful 8-month-old who'd just learned to climb. I found this behavior cute — at first. Then I learned that nothing is cute at 2:30 a.m. She'd been climbing my hair like a miniature Rapunzel for hours. Finally, I lost it. I went to find a pair of scissors. Read how Sierra's "mom cut" turned out — and how her baby responded.
  • Mom Confessions: I chose between my kid and 7 of 7

    7: “Normal” life

    “Normal” Life I’m not usually at a loss for words, but I was just that when I found out my wife was pregnant with triplets. We already had one child, and in trying for a simple addition to bring us just below the national average, we somehow morphed into the Waltons in one fell swoop. Any chance we had of leading a “normal” life vanished immediately.

    We were forced to find a new normal, one with virtually no social life and next-to-zero time for ourselves. I’d be lying if I told you it didn’t take us time to get our heads around that fact.

    Read how John, Caroline and the triplets are doing 3 years later

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