How I Cook for Myself & My Baby—at the Same Time

Before having my baby, Reva, in June, I imagined my maternity leave would be long strolls in the park, simmering pots of beans on the stove, and hunkering down with my husband every night to catch up. Boy was I unprepared.

No, I didn’t imagine the fir…

Before having my baby, Reva, in June, I imagined my maternity leave would be long strolls in the park, simmering pots of beans on the stove, and hunkering down with my husband every night to catch up. Boy was I unprepared.

No, I didn’t imagine the first two months would be one very long nursing session. I didn’t realize I would be jumping from question to question, Googling at 2 a.m., checking my child’s pulse for no reason at all. I didn’t think I would actually use The Nursing Mother’s Companion when I bought it, or that the book would lay open on my kitchen table, stained with milk drops and dog-eared beyond repair. Night after night, two things remained constant: the presence of new-mom paranoia, and an intense lack of sleep.

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