There’s a phrase thrown about—this idea that “my kids will keep me sober”—like my children will fill the hole I tried to fill with whiskey.
At 38.5 weeks pregnant, the delivery of my second child was quick and easy, but after she was born the mood in the room changed.
I was 37 years old when I gave birth to my youngest son. Unhappy and feeling trapped in an emotionally damaging relationship I had been in for only a year, I struggled to juggle the demands of having… Read More
At 36 years old, five months into a new relationship, one that was already showing some pretty big cracks, I was pregnant. I was devastated. I didn’t want another baby.
Our 12-step group gives out tags for clean time; to recognize and congratulate certain lengths. This is supposed to be a joyous occasion. For a while now, when the nine-month tag is announced, some can be heard yelling out, “pregnant with recovery, not by someone in recovery.”