I google 'working from home with baby' and the first image is of a calm mama, hair immaculate, baby in a carrier on her chest as she happily taps away on a laptop perched on a pristine kitchen counter. I am that woman. I skillfully multitask, answering emails as I prepare scones, all the while…
My two-year-old makes his way up the stairs and I follow, leaving the November rain behind us for now. We reach the top of the stairs and somebody helps with the latch on the safety gate, somebody else smiles in welcome. I stand with a baby strapped to my chest and a toddler clinging to…
I looked at my toddler, pottering about our apartment and I wondered. How could I ever love another one this much? How could there be room in my heart for another one? Then my second baby was born and there was a new question. How could it be that I loved this one not more..but…
