I'm a mother, now.
sincereposting the birth of my child
Our son was born on Easter Sunday, April 20, 2025, at 9:03 pm. He’s a Taurus. And I am sorry to say: he is perfect.
Being pregnant was so hard for me but now as I stand here, fucking humbled, baby at breast, I realize that what everyone told me is true: I can’t even remember being pregnant anymore.
I walked around for nine months, gestating, yet I could not imagine what it would be like for him to be here. This was so true that when I went into labor, I still did not believe it. I labored for 25 hours. I will never forget the way my husband’s voice sounded when he told me that he could see the top of our baby’s head.
In case you are wondering: it’s true that I’ve never known a love so deep. None of the things I worried about bother me, like if it is gross to change diapers. If the crying will drive me insane. If the postpartum hormones will cause me to develop a new and previously undiscovered form of mental illness. I sleep better now than I did my entire pregnancy. I cannot believe I lived my entire life without my son. Nothing will ever be the same.
As for my Substack, well, this might become a mommy blog after all. I paywalled old posts because my students kept making fun of me. Consider becoming a paid subscriber so I can quit my job to stay home with my child. Just kidding! Unless…
Send me an email or DM; I’d love to hear from you. It’s May and the world is more beautiful than ever. We don’t even have to talk about generative AI unless you would really like to. I haven’t read that NY Mag article yet. Maybe we should start a book club for longform journalism. Maybe we should bring back Enlightenment salons. You can bring your children. Once I figure out how to put this baby down, I will bring the baked goods.
More soon.
-Alex
April 20th was my due date 12 years ago. In typical Taurus fashion he took his time and arrived six days later.
I just subscribed in hopes that I can somehow contribute to you staying home, because it’s the most important and natural thing to do. I had to watch other people’s kids to be able to afford to stay home with mine. I didn’t love it but I am SO glad I did it. The attachment it created was worth every second.
I slept great too. His whole babyhood.
It’s the fucking best.
I call that period The Softening. Because yeah. Squishy body but also your heart will continue to melt.
Mommy Blog away. I am HERE for it. Especially because mine is tweening out and I miss those years.
You are an absolute marvel. I've been thinking about you and this post and your happiness since I read this via Salt Tooth yesterday. To know it's possible to be unsure, to be so destructive and directionless and then to ride some sense of purpose into the beautiful mess of undoing and becoming...Your joy is stunning. Your love is imperative. I love that you are so happy. You deserve this every day and am sending you and your little family endless hope.