Relationships
Having A Second Baby Made Me Worry That I Was A Bad Mom
About seven months pregnant with my second child, I was going through my first son’s old baby clothes, sorting the newborn onesies and bodysuits into bins during one of my bursts of third trimester nesting energy.
By Alexa Dodd5 min read
I was marveling at the size of infant socks, at the idea that they had ever fit my almost 2-year-old’s giant feet, which I could currently hear slapping up and down the hallway. But then I remembered how they’d never really fit: baby socks have a propensity for always being too big until they’re suddenly too small – the heel stretched awkwardly across the arch of a wiggly foot (that is, if you don’t lose half of a pair in the grocery store first).