tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214489875213933536.post2389942099767046235..comments2024-01-13T22:42:35.981-06:00Comments on Motherhood & Words®: running out of fear - mothertalk blog bonanza: fearless fridaykate hopperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08761820572827505993noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214489875213933536.post-62678034559650517622007-05-03T10:28:00.000-05:002007-05-03T10:28:00.000-05:00Mandy, that's hilarious.Mandy, that's hilarious.kate hopperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08761820572827505993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214489875213933536.post-61775405936320499222007-05-03T03:17:00.000-05:002007-05-03T03:17:00.000-05:00I can see from your descriptions how this worry co...I can see from your descriptions how this worry connects to being a mother. As a non-mother, I think it also seems cultural - we're all in such a rush to complete things, to make things perfect, to live up to what we think we're supposed to be at any given moment, to feel responsible for how our actions have several impacts. I'm glad running helps. If my boobs didn't hit me in the face every time I tried it, I might get into that. ;) That's just laziness talking.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214489875213933536.post-36274005499427146702007-05-01T20:33:00.000-05:002007-05-01T20:33:00.000-05:00thank you for this post. i loved it!thank you for this post. i loved it!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214489875213933536.post-61184553690203833232007-04-28T07:39:00.000-05:002007-04-28T07:39:00.000-05:00Exactly. It's like waiting for the other shoe to d...Exactly. It's like waiting for the other shoe to drop.kate hopperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08761820572827505993noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214489875213933536.post-5866340715877669102007-04-27T22:30:00.000-05:002007-04-27T22:30:00.000-05:00Yes. God, yes. I think about this every time I sta...Yes. God, yes. I think about this every time I start to ponder having another. I love my daughter so much, it's like a physical thing, knitting my bones and sinews together. And I can never forget that moment when she didn't cry after birth, that moment when they told me she needed to leave the hospital and go to a NICU in another city. Since I don't know exactly what went wrong (I had a model pregnancy), I'm so scared it might happen again.<BR/><BR/>*shudder*<BR/><BR/>Love the way you described Stella. I think she and my Madam would be friendly (well, once Madam could speak). :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214489875213933536.post-53229440678642381872007-04-27T13:09:00.000-05:002007-04-27T13:09:00.000-05:00Oh, I struggle with this too, and I'm not even pla...Oh, I struggle with this too, and I'm not even planning on having any more. Parenting after having preemies or other compications never really leaves you, it just changes with time. It hits me most when they get sick -this awful feeling that the wolf is always at the door, ready to take away the wonderful privilege of being their mother. A sick feeling about the world that they will inherit after J and I are gone. It helps, though, that they will have each other.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com