Stuff Moms Google
As a reader of my blog, I wanted to let you know about my new writing project over on Substack called Stuff Moms Google. Here's a little preview below. I'd love for you to join me!
If you want to get real with a new mom and have a vulnerable conversation, ask her about her Google search history. In the deep night illuminated by the glowing moon, moms find themselves frantically searching for answers to every single question that’s ever crossed their scattered minds. When will my baby sleep through the night? What’s the name of that magical swaddle? How long do I wait before I call the doctor about that rash?
motherhood: we laugh, we cry, and we google everything.
The searches tend to start with a question looking for a practical answer, like why is my baby’s poop green? When will my baby walk? But behind every “simple search” is a whole bunch of deeper questions: How do you survive the first year of motherhood? Will I ever feel like myself again? Am I a good mom?
If you’re a mom searching for your identity (with a search history full of funny and not-so-funny questions to prove it), come join me over on Substack for my new writing adventure called Stuff Moms Google.
First post preview...
Cabbage. I’m shoving cabbage into my bra. A 2am frantic Google search led me here to this place in my kitchen where I’m placing cold cabbage leaves on my boobs, with some variation of: “boobs hurt while weaning” and “lumpy boobs breastfeeding” and “breastfeeding and how to make milk stop” and “how long will it take until my boobs feel normal after breastfeeding?”
I discover several new revelations:
Cabbage *may or may not* help dry up milk (more studies needed).
Weaning could take weeks.
*Newsflash*… my boobs will never feel normal again.
I text my new mom friends about how to make the milk stop. Most of these texts start with, “Is this normal that my [fill in the blank]?” In this case, my boobs are lumpy and hard and painful and I can’t sleep and I need to know how to make it stop.
“Cabbage! You need cabbage!” my cousin’s wife replies. She has also informed me that my boobs will never be the same again. She welcomes me to my new life with potato sacks...
