Ask any Baton Rouge mom what she wants for her children, and health + wellness will be one of her first responses. Whether it’s the mental health of her teenagers, how much screen time to allow her toddlers or struggling with breastfeeding, moms simply want the best outcome for their children’s overall health.
Everyone has heard of the term abdominoplasty, aka tummy tuck, at least once. When we think of a tummy tuck, visions of a skinny and sleek stomach pops into our minds. Those that choose to go under the knife for a tummy tuck are just wanting to look better in a bikini, possibly even reach that pre-baby body. Well I am here to tell you that there is much more to the story of a tummy tuck and what is to be expected.
I never would have considered getting a tummy tuck until this past summer. After having three babies all via c-section, I was content with my post baby body. I was confident in who I was because every...
42 days.
That’s how long we had with my dad after his diagnosis. 42 days to cram in every word we wanted him to hear and everything we wanted him to know.
My dad was a smoker. Actually, he was more than a smoker. He LIVED for his pack of cigarettes. A cup of coffee, cigarettes and a pocket t-shirt (for that pack of cigarettes) are the tangible things of my dad that I will always remember. Lung cancer was obviously always a possibility, but he was our dad and bad things “never happen to your parents.”
I am not sure exactly how long he was having issues. He was a pretty stubborn guy and dismissed most things. He worked in Alaska...
One beautiful afternoon in September, I was sitting on the back porch watching my four children play joyfully. My oldest child, age seven, came over and hugged me. “This has been a great day, Mom. Thanks for not yelling at us.” He scooted off to play, and I sat there in shock.
“Thanks for not yelling at us” hung in the air.
Quickly, I recounted our day and realized he was right - I had not yelled at them all day. I thought back to the week before, where I had called my husband crying, because I was so over homeschooling and being a mom and trying to have a sane home all at once. That day had been...
My sweet son is tiny ... really tiny.
He’ll be three in February and is just starting to outgrow his 12 month sized clothing that he’s been wearing for over a year. His height and weight measurements don’t even fall on the growth chart, but he his growing slowly but surely. Really his small stature should come as no shock. I’m only 5”2’ and have mostly shopped in the petite section my entire adult life. My husband is only 5’5” and still has to have his pants hemmed despite buying the shortest inseam available. There is no denying that my son isn’t genetically destined to be a large guy.
People always ask if he was a preemie. Weighing 7lbs 1oz at...
Disclosure :: our Breast Cancer Awareness series is sponsored by Baton Rouge General.
My name is Monica. I am 51 years old, and I was the healthiest person that I knew until February 2017. I felt that I had it all ... a wonderful family, my health, educated with a great job.
How life can change in an instant!!!
After a fun Friday night out, I rolled over in the middle of the night to get out of bed and I noticed something that felt weird in my right breast, and I realized there was a lump about the size of a small egg. It was about 3 a.m., and I immediately began to panic and search the internet for information on breast...
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