Late Night With Annie Spohr

When you’re up late at night, delirious because your child WILL. NOT. SLEEP. you start getting a little desperate. So you do things hoping that they will make your baby tired, like put her on her stomach for tummy time, or making her sit in a chair or practice her standing. And then when she…

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The Funeral

A year ago a limousine sent by Mike’s company showed up in front of our house to take us to our daughter’s funeral. I climbed in the back, carefully smoothing my purple dress so it wouldn’t get wrinkled, and then realizing how ridiculous that was. I stared out the window and thought, “I can’t wait…

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Phoning It In

It’s no secret that Mike and I are big baseball fans. Since Mike’s team is based in San Francisco, we purchase a TV package every year that allows him (or, us by default) to watch every game. This isn’t a big deal during the summer, when all the regular television programming is in reruns. But…

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Desperate Measures

I’ve had my share of embarrassing stories when it comes to, uh, women things. I never thought I’d top my first period story, but then yesterday happened. I got my period for the one billionth (third) time since Annabel was born. I don’t know what the deal is, but this time has been especially rough….

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Ray Of Light

We do our best to make every day about Annabel, but with the sadness of last week we put in a concerted effort to lavish her with extra love, attention, and happiness. I also got my camera back (the shutter broke and it was in the repair shop for 12 days!), so I dressed her…

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