Installment #4 of Old Mom Problems

Old momhood is thoroughly delightful. However, we’ve had some unexpected physical tolls along on our journey. If you haven’t yet, be sure to check out the previous three installments (1; 2; 3) to get up to speed!

Plantar fasciitis: if it sounds awfully like fascist fascism, it’s because it is a demanding dictator. Heck, I just wanted my spouse back on her feet before our baby started walking. She tried treatment after treatment. When would her foot be cured?

Installment #3 of Old Mom Problems

If you haven’t read the first and second installments, here’s a recap: old moms are a growing demographic and we’re kind of awesome. But old mom problems are a real thing: the physicality of being a new old parent is no joke.

The tendonitis slowly resolved. As you’ve probably noticed, much of life involves your thumbs. Some day I’ll scroll through baby pictures pain-free!

Installment #2 of Old Mom Problems

Hello, dear readers. If you haven’t read Installment #1, let me catch you up with a two-sentence summary:

Old moms are a growing demographic and we’ve got it going on — we tend to feel more ready for old mom-hood, we’re happier, better educated, and — bonus — we earn more on average than our younger counterparts. But old mom/parent problems are a real thing.

Let me set the scene: People tried to warn us. They gave us advice:

In the past, older moms* used to be, well, just old. In fact, sometimes we “evoked a feeling of dread and foreboding” in (presumed male) doctors.

*Before we go deep, let’s define what we mean by old: age 35+ (a la Sullivan, 1960 “elderly primigravida,” though he wasn’t the first to use this term)