I was thinking the other night how different I am as a parent with my second child than I was with my first. When my first son was a baby, I used to listen for him in the monitor all night long. Was he breathing? Was that a cough I just heard? If I didn’t hear from him for a while I would sneak up the stairs and peek into his room to make sure he hadn’t evaporated or something. I was on constant guard.

Before he was born I read every baby book I could get my hands on. I bought the safest car seat (which he hated), the most ergonomic baby carrier (which he was too big for by 6 months) and the most educational baby toys (which the dogs chewed up). I sterilized EVERYTHING.

I was a postpartum bundle of anxiety. When he cried, I cried, then felt guilty for making both of us cry. I danced him around for hours to get him to fall asleep before letting him nap in my arms for hours. I watched a lot of tv.

I wanted to do everything right. I still thought there was such a thing as the right way to raise kids. I still had time to debate whether or not there was such a thing as the right way. It was a simpler time.

Fast forward three years.. .  CONTINUE READING 

Mary Widdicks
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Mary Widdicks is a 31-year-old mom to two boys and is expecting the birth of her first daughter in February, 2015. Being outnumbered in the family means that sometimes her voice gets drowned out by fart jokes and belching contests. She started Outmanned so she’d have a place to escape the testosterone and share her hilarious life with the rest of the world. Mary’s writing has been featured on popular parenting sites such as Mamapedia, Mamalode, In the Powder Room, Pregnant Chicken and Scary Mommy. She has also been honored as a 2014 Voice of the Year by BlogHer, and Badass Blogger of the Year for 2014 by The Indie Chicks.

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