Thursday, July 29, 2010


I went to parent-baby yoga today with Cho. There's a particular teacher at the Y who I really like. She gives shoulder massages at the end, sometimes with lavender oil. It's a moment of the sort of nurturing I imagined labor might bring.

She also gave me some tips about how to strengthen my abdominal muscles. When I first tried to do plank pose, seven weeks out, I felt a flash of pain and dropped to my knees in frustration at the reminder of my failure. I tried to turn that pain around: that's the scar that saved my life and my daughter's.

The pain from that slit through my middle has all but disappeared, but it jumps from the shadows at the oddest times: when I'm closing a window. Who knew you used abdominal muscles to close a window? And it itches in this heat.

When I was pregnant, no one ever gave me a seat on the subway, because all the way through the morning I delivered, I just didn't look it. Now I carry baby Cho more visibly, snuggled against my chest (so close to where she was!) and people trip over each other offering me a seat. Honestly, I don't need one now the way I needed it then. But like the lavender massage, it's a healing moment.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Photo Friday: Pets

I hardly need an excuse to post pictures of Maggie, the wonder-dachshund. She is in the avatar I use when I post a comment from this account. She is my sidekick, my best buddy, my oldest child.

I adopted her from "the pound" here in the Big Apple when she was 6 months old and I was 22. 13 years later, she's living in her fourth Brooklyn apartment and putting up with being big sis to two humans. She's a trooper and I adore her.

Here she is with her new baby sister Cho.