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Dear 2016…

You sick son of a bitch.

Not only did you claim the coolest celebrities like David Bowie and Prince, but you also turned the United States of America into a trashy reality television show.

You challenged me in ways I never thought possible. You changed my life’s narrative. The dreams I had for this year all took sharp left turns, and am left with lessons and stories to look back on to laugh and cry about.

2015 ended with me newly pregnant and a retired father on the verge of 69. I was elated my parents would be able to enjoy their new grandchild in the new year any day of the week. But 2016 laughed in my face and my mother was diagnosed with ovarian cancer.

Once she healed from her hysterectomy, she was slated to start chemo a little over a month after that – June 13th.  She’d be smack in the middle of chemo around the time my baby was due, August 1st, and wanted more than anything for my mother to be able to hold my newborn. We were really unsure what her status would be at that point.  Her “last hurrah” so-to-speak was my baby shower on June 11th. She was no longer able to plan it, and was unsure if she would be up to even attend. But she did, and I was thrilled.

In a surprising turn of events, in the early morning hours of June 12th, my water broke and I gave birth to Sloane seven weeks early. You sneaky bastard, 2016. At least mom was able to get in some time with her new granddaughter before starting treatment!

Sloane spent 10 days in the NICU, and mom was not only able to see her the day she was born, but was well enough the next day after chemo to make another visit. Unfortunately that turned out to be the last day she got to see her for about two months. She had a bad reaction to her second day of treatment and became severely dehydrated and almost went into kidney failure. I was in the NICU with Sloane when my dad texted to tell me that mommy was in the hospital.

And there I was in the NICU with my newborn while my mom was in another hospital a few miles away. All I wanted was my mommy, but this was the first time I was a mommy, and my baby needed me. I learned only days into motherhood what my priority was, and my mom was understanding that I didn’t come see her in the hospital, she echoed my sentiments that Sloane is my priority. I called her everyday, though, crying, and giving updates on Sloane and getting updates on her.

As much as I’d like to give the middle finger to 2016, I’d also like to say “thank you.” Thank you for throwing me these situations. While I would have preferred they didn’t overlap, I’m grateful to have walked away from this year knowing my strength.

With that said, I leave you with Christina Aguilera’s Fighter:





November is Prematurity Awareness Month

November is Prematurity Awareness Month, with World Prematurity Day taking place November 17th. These two events raise awareness of premature babies, which in the United States, preemies make up 9.6% of all births.

This past June I gave birth to my little preemie, Sloane Raven, and in honor of Prematurity Awareness Month, feel strongly to share my story, and everything I’ve learned.  Babble recently published my story, which I hope you will take a minute to read: https://www.babble.com/parenting/6-things-you-dont-know-about-preemies-until-you-have-one/.




Body After Baby: My Journey

I’ve always been one of those people who doesn’t know how to take a compliment. I can’t just say, “thank you!” and walk away. I’ve always known this, but I’m noticing it more now as I get complimented on my body after giving birth. #humblebrag

I’m not gonna lie – I’m thrilled that I was back in my pre-pregnancy clothes eight weeks after giving birth, and I’ll make you hate me even more: I didn’t have to break a sweat to do it.  I know women’s weight in general is a touchy subject, and recently, women’s weight after giving birth has become a hot-button issue, with articles popping up talking about how phrases like “getting your body back” should be banned. I think it’s things like that, that linger in the back of my head that make me uncomfortable when I get complimented on this particular issue. Like I’m supposed to, as a new mom, go through the right of passage of struggling to lose the baby-weight. I of course graciously say thank you, but then offer up the following explanations because although from the outside it may have looked like losing the baby-weight was easy, it still took its toll:

I’m breastfeeding


Oh, I also gave up dairy because I’m breastfeeding

and my favorite:

Well, I gave birth at almost 33 weeks, so I didn’t gain as much as most people

Ah, the good old, “I’m breastfeeding” excuse. It is a known fact that you do burn more calories while you’re breastfeeding because you’re body is working to make milk.  You know what isn’t easy? Breastfeeding! Breastfeeding is hard work. It’s exhausting. You are the sole provided for your baby. If you’re not breastfeeding, you’re pumping. So yes, I lost my pregnancy weight and I look great, but I’m exhausted, my boobs hurt and chances are I’m starving because you work up quite the appetite while breastfeeding.

Speaking of breastfeeding…There’s a chance if you’re breastfeeding you may have to cut out certain foods from your diet because it will upset baby, like dairy and soy for example. I’ve cut out both. I’m sure that’s difficult for just about anyone, but for myself in particular it flat out sucks because I’m a vegetarian. The bulk of my protein comes from dairy and soy-based meat-free products.  How do I get my protein now, you ask? My diet basically consists of hemp protein in my oatmeal, Amy’s non-dairy burritos, Morningstar Farms Black Bean Burgers, and walnuts. I found out early on in my mommy journey the things we will do for our kids. Sloane’s health and comfort comes before mine.

Lastly, we have the most uncomfortable excuse, the “I had a preemie,” excuse. Since I didn’t make it to 40 weeks I didn’t gain as much as someone who had a full-term pregnancy, therefore, I did not gain the weight the majority of women do, and in turn, did not have to lose that much weight. Instead of worrying about my post-baby weight I spent 10 emotionally grueling days in the NICU watching Sloane struggle to gain weight and keep her temperature regulated.

How’s that for conversation?

Body after baby

My Horrible Experience With Macy’s

Macy’s boasts themselves as “one of the nations premier retailers,” so one would think ordering a leather couch from them would be a simple, seamless task.

Wrong. So, so, so incredibly wrong.

Earlier this year, we noticed our leather sectional from Macy’s was starting to crack, something we didn’t expect to happen just three years into having it – real leather, mind you, not a blend. We got in touch with Macy’s about it, and were hoping to get it replaced with the same couch, but unfortunately, it was no longer made. They did however offer us a refund to put towards a new couch. That’s fine, so we started our hunt for a new leather sectional, which for the non-cohabiting couples out there, is a very painful experience.

Once we finally agreed on a couch, it was time to get the order in and figure out who would be staying home from work the day of the delivery and pick-up of the old couch, since our building doesn’t allow for deliveries on weekends. I drew the short straw.

Day of the “delivery guy,” I use that in quotes purposely, arrived to pick up the couch and did not have the new one! I tried to arrange to still get it delivered that day since I was already home from work, but they were unable to accommodate. Strike one.

We worked with Macy’s to set up another day, and worked with our building’s management company to ensure that we would be cleared for a Saturday delivery, since taking another day off was not an option.

That Saturday, my husband was up in Westchester at a house we were almost going to buy, so I was back in the apartment waiting for the delivery, with all of my fingers and toes crossed.

The delivery man arrives at my door and tells me the couch is not going to fit. He was very sure of himself that this was the case, and I made sure to tell him that we have a couch currently in the apartment of a comparable size, so he’s wrong. I told him I want to watch as him and his counterpart attempt to bring it in the building. I walked outside with him to the truck and he told me that he does not have any time to try and he has to go to his next delivery. I kept my cool, somehow, and made it clear that this is unacceptable, as he didn’t even take the couch out of the truck. Mid-sentence, he walks away from me, gets in his truck, and drives off!

Whatever words I’m about to write will not justify the amount of anger I was feeling at that very moment. First of all, I felt that he took advantage of the situation because I’m female. There’s no way he would have walked away from my 6 foot 6 husband, but walking away from a tiny, blonde 5 foot 2 female, is just, well, easy.

I called my husband to let him know what had happened, and since he was the one in contact with customer service to begin with, he called again. The woman he has been working with, Maya, is a saint. She’s been patient, understanding and accommodating throughout this ordeal. She worked to get us some money off of the couch, and of course, set us up with another delivery/pick-up date.

Memorial Day, we are scheduled for our third delivery/pick-up with Macy’s for this couch. My husband was home and prepared by getting his uncle over to help.

The couch was delivered! Not without a few major hiccups, of course, because nothing about this process should be easy. First, they parked in front of our building’s driveway, causing a major problem with, well, everyone trying to leave or come back that day. When they were taking the old couch out of the apartment, they were not careful, and broke the emergency exit sign in our hallway. Lastly, they didn’t leave the warranty kit, and we noticed that they had actually damaged the couch! The cushions on the couch are not attached, and when they used their knives to rip the plastic off, they went right through the leather:

damaged macy's couchThey also scratched one of the legs:

damaged macy's couchWe called to complain about how unprofessional the delivery men were, the damage to the building, our couch, and our reputation as tenants in our building. Again, Maya was extremely accommodating,  offering to take money off of the couch, and offering replacement cushions.

She quickly got back to us saying that they don’t sell just the cushions, and that we would have to get a whole new couch, which was on backorder until OCTOBER.

This past Monday, was our delivery date for the brand-sparkling-new couch. It was my husband’s turn to take off of work, and also, I wanted zero part in this experience. Guys, the delivery men never showed! He called Macy’s and was told they can come at 6:45pm, which was not OK with us because we are not allowed deliveries past 5pm.

Needless to say, we are still working with Macy’s and Maya to get this going. We could not be more frustrated with this process and Macy’s as a business.

Thanks for taking the time to read this. Purchase at your own risk!