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

Perhaps I say this to benefit you, as much as I’m saying it because I need to hear it myself: the time for mourning has long passed.

Stand Up And Fight (After You Feed The Kids)

The tumult that’s been rippling through our country has me begging the question: what do we do when we feel the defeat of a woman and the rise of a monster bearing down on us?

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Life with little ones is never the same again.

8 Places Parents With Small Children Can No Longer Go

Everybody who’s a parent can attest to the fact that the lives they once knew are far behind them.

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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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That Time I Found A Tumor On My Baby

The night I discovered that tumor on her back was essentially just like any other.

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Would I relive the entirety of her year as a three-year-old just to revisit all that divine curiosity, joy, and chaos that I know I’ll always miss? Hell no. That’s a hard no.

Why Is Nobody Talking About The Horrifyingly Terrible Threes?

Whoever is responsible for coining the term “terrible twos” and leaving the entirety of the threes out of the equation is sitting at the very top of my sh*t list. Because a little warning would’ve been nice.

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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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How lovely were the carefree days of being a younger adult.

7 Realities of Adulthood That Can Kiss My Ass

Griping about adulting is a fun thing that we like to do, I know.

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