Sandy Jorgenson

Sandy Jorgenson

Bio

Writer by day and snack-eater by night, Sandy Jorgenson is a badass and brave mother to one fierce and beauty-filled girl. Find Sandy at sandsmama.com writing about her experience with motherhood, pregnancy loss, secondary infertility and body image, or find her in the water somewhere trying desperately to morph into the mermaid she so badly wants to be.

Sandy Jorgenson Articles

The pain of miscarriage lingers every single day.

My Miscarriage Left Me Holding My Body In Contempt

When a bereaved mother is left alone, how deep into the recesses of her mind does she wander? Does she surface for air? Does she want to come out at all?

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There’s been nearly nothing easy about raising that child of mine, of course. But there was an element of simplicity to the task in those early days that I’ll always miss.

Parenting Amidst Great Swells Of Emotion - Separation Anxiety Is Mine

...[O]ur very responsibility is to equip them with everything they need before we shove them out of the nest and watch their wings spread far and wide... But what, then, is left for us?

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For every deluge of garbage you find yourself buried under, know that this too shall pass, that no singular issue has the power to take you down, and that you will conquer each beast in time.

Life Is Hard Work. So If You Want To Eat Cake, Just Do It.

Life is hard work, and I think we all know this with varying degrees of certainty. It’s grueling, it’s relentless, it’s at times unforgiving, and it is always a damn hustle. So if you want a piece of coffee cake, get that cake, girl.

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It’s been ten years, and I’m still reckoning with his death

Reckoning With Grief In The Wake Of A Suicide

Death, we know because it’s drilled into us from an early age, is a natural part of life.

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For the first year of my daughter’s life, while the fog of depression had enveloped me, I was positive I was alone. (Image:Thinkstock)

No Mother Is An Island: Surviving Postpartum Depression 

My daughter was just reaching her first birthday before the dense fog of postpartum depression started to lift off of me. I didn’t realize it right away, though – and I certainly hadn’t even realized I was suffering from PPD at all.

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 In my house, co-sleeping is a hard no.

Why You'll Never Find Me Co-Sleeping With My Child

When I check on our daughter before heading to bed myself, I have to do a quick scan around her full-size bed just to locate her. She is almost never remotely close to where she started out. But she is almost always upside down, head jammed up against the wall or her footboard, stuffed animals scattered like confetti all around her.

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Parenthood And The Passage Of Time

But what can be said for the day upon which I am no longer enough? I dread that day.

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